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
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
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
Old enough to fire a gun
Just give me this one night Just one night to feel
Compositores: Alexander Kaines Robertshaw (Alex Kaines) (PRS), Jeremy Joseph Pritchard (Jeremy Pritchard) (PRS), Jonathan Joseph Higgs (Jonathan Higgs) (PRS), Michael David Spearman (Michael Spearman) (PRS)Editor: Black Butter Music Publishing LtdAdministração: BMG Rights Management (PRS)ECAD verificado obra #15484270 em 08/Mai/2024 com dados da UBEM