No Reptiles

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 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 Old enough to fire a gun... Just gimme 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 gimme this one night Just one night to feel