Dead Confederate - The Rat

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
'round 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 dreams
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 be saved."
I throw my curse
all across your days

And draw tiny pictures
'round 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 dreams
Bag and burn
Bang Bang

Bang Bang

And draw tiny pictures
around all the dead leaves

Throw your judgments
across the breeze

Watch them float off
to never be saved

And live inside
your Jesus dreams