Rat Patrol

Moths beat on the window pane
Telling me I'm not the same
Sounds of nothing, sounds of fear
Speak to me when no one's here
Come on rat patrol
I'm on rat patrol
Wilderness of mirrors shine
Floorboards creak or footsteps fall
Headlights turn into the drive
Then disappear into the night
Come on rat patrol
I'm on rat patrol

Quoth the Johns:

This song caused quite a bit of division—even among those within the inner sanctum of TMBG. The effect of Linnell's very twitchy vocal is further heightened when I come in with my personal caterwauling. We can't really justify this track.

—John Flansburgh
[source: They Got Lost promotional email, November 6, 2002]

Corrections? Let me know.