Indian Handcrafts - Terminal Horse lyrics

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