The Rat

The Rat - Dead Confederate

Written by：Dead Confederate

Shoot from the back

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

Make me tame

Sweep it up

Hide it away

No morals shown

In no way explained

Stupid human

Sh*t for brains

And draw tiny pictures

'Round all the days

Bag and burn

Bang Bang

Throw your judgements

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 in wait

Until the day

I run away

Forget the corpse

Present the case

To bring me down

And lose your words

I'll follow you

Into the grave

And at the gates

I see the passing say

The judge be judged

And all the rich be saved

I throw my curse

All across your days

And draw tiny pictures

'Round all the days

Bag and burn

Bang Bang

Throw your judgements

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

'Round all the days

Throw your judgements

Across the breeze

Watch them float off

To never be saved

You live inside

Your jesus dream