Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song People Will Read Again, artist - ORBS. Album song Asleep Next to Science, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 16.08.2010
Record label: Equal Vision
Song language: English
People Will Read Again |
Peter upped the stakes, a tongue for battle. |
Cisae came to play, then ran for cover. |
But I don’t know. |
Just arrived home… |
Soup is on the table, |
Grilled cheese and campbells. |
Fuel the troops for fighting. |
I burnt my tongue, |
but showed no sign of pain or fear. |
Too much rain to fight today oh no. |
Skinned up knees and grassy stains oh no. |
We’ve got ground to stand today |
and we won’t stay indoors… |
Chupacabra’s on the wing. |
Now come back down sir! |
Bentley cleared his plate, |
and then cleared Toto’s |
Put my faith in Bear and Bartok! |
You can hide, but I’ll smell it. |
The stink of wet fur. |
But you see I don’t mind it. |
You can hide but they’ll find you. |
My team of black birds. |
You can hide, but they’ll find you. |
They’ll see your tail behind the bush. |
Well if we’re picking teams. |
Stuck with piggy and his shallow breathing. |
Don’t want him on my team. |
No piggies, no piggies, (well smash that shit up). |
I mean, if we’re picking teams… |
and if we take this battle to the water, |
you’ll be stripped of skin. |
By the dancing otters (a cunning breed). |
Do you feel that slime between your toes? |
The screeching eels are singing. |
«yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah» |
They’ll pull you down |
and pluck your eyes |
to eat them! |
Too much rain to fight today oh no. |
Skinned up knees and grassy stains oh no. |
We’ve got ground to stand today |
and we won’t stay indoors for anyone! |
Little lumps of earth under their nails. |
Little pink round boys that smell like moss. |
Escaping out the door before she could |
protect their noses from the frost. |
Little fingers on the trigger, |
their little minds right on the cusp |
of pointing guns at one another. |
Tree trimmers starting at the trunk. |
Atop the neighbors dogs we set our course for North. |
My comrade dug his spurs too deep |
the bastard bit of course. |
But on the back of Scout he and I took the lead. |
We burst forward in the night. |
We were using hands as guns they pulled their fingers |
back like they had bows. |
They grabbed their chests like they’d been shot. |
We chucked crab apples forth like they were bombs. |
And through the neighbors lawns over the miles of hedges |
we tear up flowers melting soundless in their filthy beds. |
Scout’s fur a mess of burs, my skin a swollen grey. |
I patch his wounds up with my shirt and scrape the mud away. |
Just beyond over the hill I see a pair of eyes. |
our pace, just like the little mean red bouncing sphreres, it multiplies. |
Just beyond, over the hill a glowing swarm of flies! |
We point and shoot. |
Never ask why. |
Tree fingers and trigger fingers alike |
both agree that this is a war. |
I’ll be the dirt soldier. |
Caught up in the great war. |
I’ll be the dirt soldier. |
Sent off to… |
Too much rain to fight today oh no. |
Skinned up knees |
and grassy stains oh no. |
We’ve got ground to stand today. |
and we wont stay indoors for anyone! |