People Will Read Again Songtext
von ORBS

Peter upped the stakes, a tongue for battle.
Cisae came to play, then ran for cover.
But I don′t know.
Just arrived home...
Soup is on the table,
Grilled cheese and campbells.
Fuel the troops for fighting.
I burnt my tongue,
But showed no sign of pain or fear.

Too much rain to fight today oh no.
Skinned up knees and grassy stains oh no.
We've got ground to stand today
And we won′t stay indoors...

Chupacabra's on the wing.
Now come back down sir!
Bentley cleared his plate,
And then cleared Toto's
Put my faith in Bear and Bartok!


You can hide, but I′ll smell it.
The stink of wet fur.
But you see I don′t mind it.
You can hide but they'll find you.
My team of black birds.
You can hide, but they′ll find you.
They'll see your tail behind the bush.

Well if we′re picking teams.
Stuck with piggy and his shallow breathing.
Don't want him on my team.
No piggies, no piggies, (well smash that shit up).
I mean, if we′re picking teams...

And if we take this battle to the water,
You'll be stripped of skin.
By the dancing otters (a cunning breed).
Do you feel that slime between your toes?
The screeching eels are singing.
"Yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah"
They'll pull you down
And pluck your eyes
To eat them!

Too much rain to fight today oh no.
Skinned up knees and grassy stains oh no.
We′ve got ground to stand today
And we won′t stay indoors for anyone!


Little lumps of earth under their nails.
Little pink round boys that smell like moss.
Escaping out the door before she could
Protect their noses from the frost.
Little fingers on the trigger,
Their little minds right on the cusp
Of pointing guns at one another.
Tree trimmers starting at the trunk.

Atop the neighbors dogs we set our course for North.
My comrade dug his spurs too deep
The bastard bit of course.
But on the back of Scout he and I took the lead.
We burst forward in the night.

We were using hands as guns they pulled their fingers
Back like they had bows.
They grabbed their chests like they'd been shot.
We chucked crab apples forth like they were bombs.

And through the neighbors lawns over the miles of hedges
We tear up flowers melting soundless in their filthy beds.
Scout′s fur a mess of burs, my skin a swollen grey.
I patch his wounds up with my shirt and scrape the mud away.
Just beyond over the hill I see a pair of eyes.
Our pace, just like the little mean red bouncing sphreres, it multiplies.
Just beyond, over the hill a glowing swarm of flies!
We point and shoot. Never ask why.

Tree fingers and trigger fingers alike
Both agree that this is a war.

I'll be the dirt soldier.
Caught up in the great war.
I′ll be the dirt soldier.
Sent off to...

Too much rain to fight today oh no.
Skinned up knees
And grassy stains oh no.
We've got ground to stand today.
And we wont stay indoors for anyone!