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Dead Confederate – The Rat lyrics
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 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
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
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 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
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
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