Termites Lyrics - Scurrilous - 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 stands, dead on his feet 

Waiting for termites to resolve his conceit 

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

We are not Gods, death comes to us all 

But tonight I'm invincible; tomorrow I'll crawl. 

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

The gin 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 

Gin, always the gin! 

Never thick and never thin 

Thicker than blood, less than kin 

The rattle trap night ends where it begins