The Chariot

This is a song that came upon me one night.
When the news it had been telling me
about one more war and one more fight
And 'aeh' I sighed, but then
I thought about my friends,
then I wrote this declaration
just in case the world end

Our guns, we shot them in the things we said.
Ah we didn't need no bullets, cause we rely on some words instead.
Kill someone in argument,Outwit them with our brains;
and we'd kill ourselves laughing at the funny things we'd say.

And bombs, we had them saved for special times;
when the crew would call a shakedown, we break down a party landmine.
Women that are so sexy they explode us with their looks.
Ah we blowing up some speakers, jumping round till the ground shook.

And missiles, they were the road trips that we launched; t-t-tripping across this island.
Starting missions at the break of dawn,
Yawn 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 instruments, made from timber and steel.
We never yielded to conformity but stood like kings
In a chariot that's riding on a record wheel

And our air force flying, when the frisbee in the sky.
Have a session while we're smoking now we're feeling extra high
And we'd sneak into a car park with the skaties on our back
And we're flying down the levels howling
"on the attack now on the attack"

And battles, they happened in these dance halls.
See we'd rather fight with music, choosing one the rhythm war.
Battle at these shakedowns and we battle at these gigs;
We do battle in our bedrooms, made some sweet love to the beat

Then our allies grew; wherever we would roam
See whenever we're together any stranger feels at home
In a way we are an army, but this army not destruct
No instead we're doing simple things;
Good loving find it run amuck

This be a declaration,written about my friends
It's engraved into this song, so they know I'm not forgetting them.
See maybe if the world contained more people like these,
then the news would not be telling me about all that warfare endlessly and...

Our weapons were our instruments, made from timber and steel.
We never yielded to conformity but stood like kings
In a chariot that's riding on a record wheel


---The Cat Empire