No Reptiles Songtext
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No Reptiles Songtext
Slip from the trees to the dirt, to the menace
To the wild, to the car, under snow, cut to ribbons
Like a coral to your shin, like a manacle to swing
Fresh from the breast, now a river running fat
To the manor born a rat, to the manor born a flea
To a flood, to a drain, now a rubber, now a chain
I was in the war
You were in the war
Plump from the sugar-water pump
With the city at your back, to the cannon with a match
From a milk into a mass grave, never mind that, I can take that, oh
Bones in a bowl, like a toad-in-the-hole
Take the shape of the mould, like a mummy on a pole
And a merry little head bob around when you′re dead
I was on my knees
You were on your knees
And no reptiles, just soft-boiled eggs in shirts and ties
Waiting for the flashing green man
Quivering and wobbling just like all the eggs you know
I'm going to kill a stranger
So don′t you be a stranger
Oh, baby, it's alright
It's alright to feel like a fat child in a pushchair
Old enough to run
Old enough to fire a gun
Oh, baby, it′s alright
It′s alright to feel like a fat child in a pushchair
Old enough to run
Old enough to fire a gun
Oh, baby, it's alright
It′s alright to feel like a fat child in a pushchair
Old enough to run
Old enough to fire a gun
Oh, baby, it's alright
It′s alright to feel like a fat child in a pushchair
Old enough to run
Old enough to fire a gun
Just give me this one night
Just one night to feel like I might be on the right path
The path that takes me home
Wise enough to know myself
Just give me this one night
Just one night to feel like I might be on the right path
(Home)
Old enough to fire a gun
Just give me this one night
Just one night to feel like I might be on the right path
The path that takes me home
Wise enough to know myself
Just give me this one night
Just one night to feel
To the wild, to the car, under snow, cut to ribbons
Like a coral to your shin, like a manacle to swing
Fresh from the breast, now a river running fat
To the manor born a rat, to the manor born a flea
To a flood, to a drain, now a rubber, now a chain
I was in the war
You were in the war
Plump from the sugar-water pump
With the city at your back, to the cannon with a match
From a milk into a mass grave, never mind that, I can take that, oh
Bones in a bowl, like a toad-in-the-hole
Take the shape of the mould, like a mummy on a pole
And a merry little head bob around when you′re dead
I was on my knees
You were on your knees
And no reptiles, just soft-boiled eggs in shirts and ties
Waiting for the flashing green man
Quivering and wobbling just like all the eggs you know
I'm going to kill a stranger
So don′t you be a stranger
Oh, baby, it's alright
It's alright to feel like a fat child in a pushchair
Old enough to run
Old enough to fire a gun
Oh, baby, it′s alright
It′s alright to feel like a fat child in a pushchair
Old enough to run
Old enough to fire a gun
Oh, baby, it's alright
It′s alright to feel like a fat child in a pushchair
Old enough to run
Old enough to fire a gun
Oh, baby, it's alright
It′s alright to feel like a fat child in a pushchair
Old enough to run
Old enough to fire a gun
Just give me this one night
Just one night to feel like I might be on the right path
The path that takes me home
Wise enough to know myself
Just give me this one night
Just one night to feel like I might be on the right path
(Home)
Old enough to fire a gun
Just give me this one night
Just one night to feel like I might be on the right path
The path that takes me home
Wise enough to know myself
Just give me this one night
Just one night to feel
Writer(s): Michael Spearman, Jonathan Higgs, Alex Robertshaw, Jeremy Pritchard Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com