Slip from the trees
That adhere to the minister
the wild to the car
And you stalk up the rivers
Like a crawl onto your shin
Like a manic on a swing
Fresh from the breast
Now, everyone will flood
To the man I wanna run up
To the man I wanna free
To a flood to a drain
Now a river now a chain
I was in the war
You were in the war
Plum from the sugar
with a pump with a city
With your back to the cannon
With a match for the milk
until the mass grave
And the man that
Ticker tape that
Bones in a bowl
Like a toad in the hole
To the shape of the mould
Like a mummy on a pole
And a marital 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. (Oh)
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.

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