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 a hole

Take the shape of the mold 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

Waitin' for the flashing green man

Quiverin' and wobblin' 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 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