No Reptiles Everything Everything
"No Reptiles" by Everything Everything is an indie rock song from their 2017 album *A Fever Dream*. The lyrics explore themes of existential anxiety, societal disillusionment, and the desire for authenticity. Musically, it features intricate rhythms and a blend of electronic and acoustic elements. The song critiques modern life and resonates with listeners seeking deeper meaning. #IndieRock
[Verse 1]
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
[Bridge]
I was in the war
You were in the war
[Verse 2]
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
[Bridge]
I was on my knees
You were on your knees
[Chorus]
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
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
[Bridge]
I was in the war
You were in the war
[Verse 2]
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
[Bridge]
I was on my knees
You were on your knees
[Chorus]
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
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