Lyrics Terminal Horse - Indian Handcrafts

Terminal Horse

Wading through the water subliminal texting
Rising through the ashes like a terminal horse
Betcha got an hour but you’d try not to send me
Hands are like wrecking balls pounding on the floors
Played a little baseball aluminum bats yeah
Fire in the head and it starts to get freaky
Half full but missing the act yeah
Fire breathing babies always know just what’s the score
Hey man, you don’t know what you’re doing
Let me look inside you like a surgical nightmare
Rattlesnake with bearclaws lizard with boots
Crazy set of brain cells helmet of bacon
Fry us up some scrambled radioactive newts
Mix atomic soda with a bottle of warm ice
Make yourself a jockey on the terminal horse
Ride the hairy lightning to the ringlets of Saturn
Fire-breathing babies always know just what’s the score
Hey man, you don’t know what you’re doing.
And we would steal your soul.
Hey man you’re a fire breathing baby!
Terminate the crazy horse and all his descendants
Eject the seven eggs into the capitol crust
Stash the smoky turbine into critical mushrooms
Fight the urge to turn your face and fungus to dust
Cobra snakes with wolf ears eating deer heads with antlers
Call again the second time for microwave goats
Break away Lisurgical to conquer your real fears
Fire breathing babies always know just what’s the score