No Reptiles - Everything Everything

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.

(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