Terminal Horse - Indian Handcrafts

Wading through the water subliminal texting

Rising through the ashes like a terminal horse

Betcha got an hour but you’d try not to send me

Hands are like wrecking balls pounding on the floors

Played a little baseball aluminum bats yeah

Fire in the head and it starts to get freaky

Half full but missing the act yeah

Fire breathing babies always know just what’s the score

Hey man, you don’t know what you’re doing

Let me look inside you like a surgical nightmare

Rattlesnake with bearclaws lizard with boots

Crazy set of brain cells helmet of bacon

Fry us up some scrambled radioactive newts

Mix atomic soda with a bottle of warm ice

Make yourself a jockey on the terminal horse

Ride the hairy lightning to the ringlets of Saturn

Fire-breathing babies always know just what’s the score

Hey man, you don’t know what you’re doing.

And we would steal your soul.

Hey man you’re a fire breathing baby!

Terminate the crazy horse and all his descendants

Eject the seven eggs into the capitol crust

Stash the smoky turbine into critical mushrooms

Fight the urge to turn your face and fungus to dust

Cobra snakes with wolf ears eating deer heads with antlers

Call again the second time for microwave goats

Break away Lisurgical to conquer your real fears

Fire breathing babies always know just what’s the score