Brother Rat/What Slayde Says

Let's go out and see what we see

Let's go out and see what we see

Just you and me

Just you and me

And there will be no other brother

Brother we'll knock back a few

And talk about life

We'll knock back a few

And talk about life and what is right

And what is right

We'll talk about life and what is right

And there will be no other brother, buddy, pal, comrade, friend buddy, pal, comrade, friend

Until the end

A shake of the hand

A pat on the back

A shake of the hand

A pat on the back

A knife in the back

A knife in the back

I'll buy you a beer

A knife in the back

And there will be no other brother

We're one in the same, You and me

We're one in the same, You and me

We're brothers, Brothers in arms

We're friends until the end

We're brothers, brothers in arms

Until the end your end

Brother rat

Slayde is my buddy, my pal, he is my brother I'am one, he is the other

When the sun shines, he is my shadow

And when the moon is high, it's at his feet I'lie

But i'll never listen to what Slayde says

I'll never listen to what Slayde says

Slayde's always talking, and it's rarely nice

He's always whispering his poisonous advice

He is secretive, ruthless and cold

He mentions just enough and leaves the rest untold

He said, "don't ever risk an open attack

Just smile into their faces and then stab them in the back"

But Slayde, I said, what about the weak

The helpless and the small?

He just sneered and said, "fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all"

He said I am a murderer, although i've killed no one

You talk in puzzles slayde, I said

What have you really done?

"I've cut the twining cord, i've shot the turtle dove

I've shut out that precious light that shines from above"

Slayde, you are a poet, I said

But what are you truly speaking of?

He smiled and whispered, "I murdered love"

He smiled and whispered, "I murdered love"

I guess I hate him

No, that's not really true

He's not completely bad

Sometimes he'll crack a joke or two

I guess i've grown accustomed to his funny ways

It's not his fault that he was made that way

I hear him in my sleep, I see him in my dreams

I see him crouched before some terrible machine

And then I face a mirror and he steps in between

Can you tell me, what does this mean?

Can you tell me, what does this mean?

Now I lay me down to sleep

And pray to god my soul to keep

If I should die before I wake

You'll know I've made my escape

But there is one step I'll never take

I'll never listen to what a Slayde says...