No Reptiles - Live at Festival No.6, Portmerion Wales, 2018

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, oh

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
(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