The Chariot歌詞

作詞 : The Cat Empire
作曲 : The Cat Empire
This is a song that came upon meone nightwhen the news it had been telling meabout one more war and one more fightand 'aeh'
I sighed but then
I thought about my friendsthen
I wrote this declarationjust in case the world end
Our gunswe shot them in the things we saidah we didn't need no bulletscos we rely on some words insteadkill someone in argumentoutwit them with our brainsand we'd kill ourselves laughingat the funny things we'd say
And bombswe had them saved for special timeswhen the crew would call a shakedownwe break down a party landminewomen that so ***ythey explode us with their looksah we blowing up some speakersjumping round till the ground shook
And missilesthey were the roadtrips that we launchedt-t-tripping across this islandstarting missions at the break of dawnyawn and smile say'what direction shall we take?''
Somewhere where it warm and wet'this be the route we'd always take and
Our weapons were our instrumentsmade from timber and steelwe never yielded to conformitybut stood like kingsin a chariot that's riding on arecord wheel
And our airforce flyingwhen the frisbee in the skyhave a session while we're smokingnow we're feeling extra highand we'd sneak into a carparkwith the skaties on our backand we're flying down the levels howling'on the attack now on the attack'
And battlesthey happened in these dancehallssee we'd rather fight with musicchoosing one the rhythm warbattle at these shakedownsand we battle at these gigswe do battle in our bedroomsmade some sweet love to the beat
Then our allies grewwherever we would roamsee whenever we're togetherany stranger feel at homein a way we are an armybut this army not destructno instead we're doing simple thingsgood loving find it run amuck
This be a declarationwritten about my friendsit's engraved into this songso they know
I'm not forgetting themsee maybe if the world containedmore people like thesethen the news would not be telling meabout all that warfare endlessly and
Our weapons were our instrumentsmade from timber and steelwe never yielded to conformitybut stood like kingsin a chariot that's riding ona record wheel