Nomeansno - Brother Rat / What Slayde Says lyrics

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Nomeansno - Brother Rat / What Slayde Says lyrics

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, "f** 'em all, f** 'em all" He said I am a murderer, although i've k**ed 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...