Termites - Protest The Hero

Gin, always the gin, always take one on the chin

The devil dogs and scorpions peel away and wear my skin

Smokeless flame, the common name

Less than the angels but more of the same

No paradise, the grateful will lay their claim

Whether the intentions are violent or just mundane

With the wind he disappeared

Confirming everything that I feared

The time passed is shown by the length of his beard

Solomon’s stance, dead on his feet,

aiting for termites to resolve his conceit

In the mountains, in the seas, in the air waits the disease

We are not Gods, that goes to us all,

But tonight I’m invincible to all who oppose

In the mountains, in the seas, in the air waits the disease

The djinn in this bottle, just don’t let him drown

Next lesson you swallow might be hard to keep down

Taste the penalty of the blazing fire

Taste the penalty, sing with the Devil’s choir

(horus)

Gin, always the gin, never thick and never thin

Thicker than blood, less than kin

The rattle trap night ends where it begins