Dead Confederate - The Rat lyrics

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 sh** 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 pa**ing 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