The Rat - 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 burn 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 wretched 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