The Rat Songtext
von Dead Confederate

Shoot from the back and take good aim
Make sure I′m dead, bang-bang
'Cause I′m a rat
There's no mistake under the bed, where you sleep

Crush the skull, and make me tame
Sweep it up, hide it away
No morals shown in no way explained
Stupid human, shit for brains

And draw tiny pictures in all the dead leaves
Bag and burn, bang! Bang!
Throw your judgments across the breeze
Bag and burn, bang! Bang!
You live inside your Jesus dream
Bag and burn, bang! Bang!
Bang! Bang!


Get some sleep, or lie and wait, until the day I run away
Forget the corpse, present the case
To bring me down, and lose your word
I'll follow you into the grave
And at the gates, I see the passing say
"The judge be judged, and all the rich′ll be saved"
I throw my curse all across your days

And draw tiny pictures in all the dead leaves
Bag and burn, bang! Bang!
Throw your judgments across the breeze
Bag and burn, bang! Bang!
You live inside your Jesus dream
Bag and burn, bang! Bang!
Bang! Bang!

And draw tiny pictures in all the dead leaves
Throw your judgments across the breeze
Watch them float off to never be seen
And live inside your Jesus dream