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
 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 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'll 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