Rats Get Fat - Hill Country Devil Cover - HIVE Open Mic 70

Hey Folks

This is my entry for HIVE open mic 70.

Ive wanted to play this song for a while now its one of my favorite songs to sing so I figured I should give it ago this week.

The songs called Rat's Get Fat by an artist called The Hill Country Devil.

I decided to try using one of the many different filters on the filmora editing software just to make the video look kinda different.

Ive opted for the charcoal filter to give the video a sort of sketchbook look.

I managed to snap a few good screenshots while editing the video...

"Rat's Get Fat"
The Hill Country Devil

Better men have died for less, rats get fat no matter where you've been
And San Antone's a catacomb where sirens speak the tongue of broken men
They say your body is a credit card, sell your ass, they're sure to get you well
And if they offer tainted points, just bleach the ends, add a crack upon your belt

And it wasn't all too long ago, crying out in a hospital gown
With a bandage torn off from the chest and an out to stick the landing coming down
The boarding house was an easy out, but it don't help when the noise begins to tower
And every second is a minute and every minute is another endless hour

So swing low, Mother Misery, let the shackles go
The gift of ease before I die alone,
And I know I'll die alone

Now pacing an apartment, gifted clothes hang tattered, torn, and loose
How deeply green the grass must be as it calls beyond the window of a noose
And now cowardice is baring teeth, a fit of shakes in wait before the sight
So I only kill a part of me, the cost that buys some shelter for the night

And now morning comes with vengeance, taunted by the light now growing wild
Bathing in the warmth she brings, a kick to shut down weeping like a child
So begin the false-bought clarity, the summoned strength to labor through the fight
Just to thumb a stolen wallet and to stumble towards another endless night

So swing low, Mother Misery, let the shackles go
The gift of ease before I die alone,
And I know I'll die alone

Better men have died for less, but the rats get fat no matter where you've been...
And San Antone's a catacomb where sirens speak the tongue of broken men...