Good Mother Lizard Lyrics
AMERICAN CLICHE

Sitting in my paper prison
Blue waterfalls my only vision
Mind reflection my prediction
Revised by roses they don’t listen

CHORUS
Concept of weakness
Controlled visitation
They can’t free us
Cliché the collision x2

Breathing in my metal coffin
Intoxicated clean my rhythm
Passive scraping my religion
Wooden systems they can’t listen

CHORUSx2

M8 (no singing)

Daffy- “so you all think you’re pretty clever huh? Well you haven’t heard the last of daffy duck, I’ll be back!”

All stop- “ you’re despicable!”


CHORUS #2
I’ll find a way out
Try and kill it off
Whatever happens
They can’t be x2

M8 (me and dan)
I’ll take a pen and
Try and kill them off
The ink is running
That’s my cough

CHORUS x2




BUZZ FLOOD

So isometric
To complicate
Oil is our future dripping our fate
They are the power
They are the rate
They are the feeling that I hate

CHORUS
Quite imitation
I ask the question
You fade away
You fade away
My flooded mirror
Your lifeless shiver
Scrambled pictures (repeat)

So confused
The revolution
Figures mixing our final conclusion
This is the pipeline
Up to the board
Engines are screaming to their lord

CHORUS

Is it electric
To complicate
Volts read the future flooding our fate
They are the power
They are the rate
They are the future that I hate

CHORUS x2




MARY

Under the blaze of the onion sun
He was wrapped in paper
Under the fate of the distant rumours
She was bright like the fire’s
Aesthetic movement
Clutches and fairy tales
Pure sympathy

CHORUS
He left it alone
But left a hole in a layer
It was asthmatic
In a room that was left to me in her favour

With reality, relationships, religion, in a tactic notion
Until the tracks of self delusion were drank up like a potion
Concentric mind games
Religious love tales
Pure empathy

P CHORUS

I want to rest in peace
I want to fold the crease
Pure simile

CHORUS

Beneath the haze a distant song
He crushed by language
Beside the wrath of the speeding tone
She was rancid
Pure sentiment

P CHORUS

CHORUS




SIXTEEN GODS

Intro (guitar and bass)

Main riff

Verse 1
Anti-system
Anti-floor
Crack the liquid
Breath and score
sixteen gods

Chorus
So, Fly to creations of a world half dead
Dance to the tension of a world on edge

Verse 2
I looked into
The fathoms of
A box so small
And saw the dove.
Sixteen gods

Chorus

Bridge and solo

Crack
The
brick
I
Can
Soar

Chorus