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 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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