Текст Everything Everything – No Reptiles

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

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. (Oh)