Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Chariot, artist - The Cat Empire. Album song The Cat Empire, in the genre Фанк
Date of issue: 11.06.2012
Record label: Two Shoes
Song language: English
The Chariot |
This is a song that came upon me |
One night |
When the news it had been telling me |
Bout one more war and one more fight and |
I, I sighed |
But then I thought about my friends |
Then I wrote this declaration |
Just in case the world end |
Our guns |
We shot them in the things we said |
Ah we didn’t need no bullets |
Cause we rely on some words instead |
Kill someone in argument |
Outwit them with our brains |
And we’d kill ourselves laughing |
At the funny things we’d say |
And bombs |
We had them saved for special times |
When the crew would call a shakedown |
We’d break down a party landmine |
Women that so sexy |
They explode us with their looks |
Ah we blowing up some speakers |
Jumping 'round 'til the ground shook |
And missiles |
They were the road-trips that we launched |
T-t-tripping 'cross this island |
Starting missions at the break of dawn |
Yawn and smile say |
What direction shall we take? |
Somewhere where it warm and wet |
This be the route we’d always take and |
Our weapons were our instruments |
Made from our timber and steel |
We never yielded to conformity |
But stood like kings |
In a chariot that’s riding on a |
Record wheel |
Our weapons were our instruments |
Made from our timber and steel |
We never yielded to conformity |
But stood like kings |
In a chariot that’s riding on a |
Record wheel |
Our weapons were our instruments |
Made from our timber and steel |
We never yielded to conformity |
But stood like kings |
In a chariot that’s riding on a |
Record wheel |
And our air-force flying |
When the frisbee in the sky |
Have a session while we’re smoking |
Now we’re feeling extra high |
And we’d sneak into a car-park |
With the skaties on our back |
And we’re flying down the levels howling |
«On the attack now, on the attack» |
And battles |
They happened in these dancehalls |
See we’d rather fight with music |
Choosing when the rhythm won |
Battle at these shakedowns |
And we’d battle at these gigs |
We do battle in our bedrooms |
Made some sweet love to the beat |
And our allies grew |
Wherever we would roam |
See whenever we’re together |
Any stranger feel at home |
In a way we are an army |
But this army not destruct |
No instead we’re doing simple things |
Good loving, find it, run amuck |
This be a declaration |
Written about my friends |
It’s engraved into this song |
So they know we’re not forgetting them |
See maybe if the world contained |
More people like these |
Then the news would not be telling me |
Bout all that warfare endlessly and |
Our weapons were our instruments |
Made from our timber and steel |
We never yielded to conformity |
But stood like kings |
In a chariot that’s riding on a |
Record wheel |
Our weapons were our instruments |
Made from our timber and steel |
We never yielded to conformity |
But stood like kings |
In a chariot that’s riding on a |
Record wheel |