The Rat Lyrics - Singles - 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 

Shit 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 

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 wretched 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 

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