Текст песни Motor Spirit - King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard

Oh, holy rabble, we art ensnared
To quiver liketh rippled air
Diocese of did melt sand
Worship with thy chroming hand

Coal-black cloud horizon
Maketh landborn petromyzon
Summon forth thy motor spirit
Drink the fuckin' gas and killeth

Light the fuel
Propagate oxygen and heat
Deify motor spirit
Kiss goodbye the weak

Oh, holy frontier art unbound
Thee kiss thy god, I kisseth ground
I holdeth flame yond burns at night
A seraph of Isaiah's light

Touch thy lips and purge thy skin
Holy water, eyes within
By thee, we sleep and die for you
Ignite m'lord, we ride for you

Motor
Spirit
Motor
Spirit

Black buckets everywhere
Brimming, spewing millionaires
Rotting ancient zooplankton
Squashed below the megaton

Sweet juice on my lips
Motorised apocalypse
See metal crunch and hear it
Highway death by motor spirit

Light the fuel
Propagate oxygen and heat
Deify motor spirit
Kiss goodbye the weak

High octane aviation
Gasoline leak inhalation
Paint chromer, broken home
Bloody stool, gasket blown

Pop the bonnet
Oil check
Fire-pious
Side effects

Guarana drama damage control
Sniffing, huffing ethanol

Motor
Spirit
Motor
Spirit
Motor
Spirit
Motor
Spirit

Soon dividing non-believers
Fly my octane spirit weaver

Burnt rubber, grave robber
Fire starter, spark imparter
Un-water, fun porter
Sun mortar, manslaughter

Motor spirit, don't fear it
Buy a ticket, button flick it
Kill the rigid, burn the bridges
Pick the stitches, drink the riches

Engine gaia, piston wheeze
The messiah on their knees
Beg the wind, beg the tree
Beg the bug for mercy

Motor spirit, dragon race
Burning cars, outer space
Petrol king, abdicate
Human-kind, exonerate

Dire fate shall plague our land
Hurricanes shall sweepeth sand
The winds doth howl and moaneth
Homes and lives overthrowneth

But hark, brave occultists, bold
Rise to save the world from cold
Weaveth magic spells with care
Banish the hellish nightmare

Dance beneath the moon's bright glow as charms they work to and fro
But alas, fire doth grown despite witches' ebb and flow
Fires rage with wild intent destroying all they present
The heat doth scorch the landeth naught, but ash in thy handeth

End doth near, we cannot hide as the earth
Doth shake and writhe turn to sin
With hearts sincere block the way
That led us here

Motor
Spirit
Motor
Spirit
Motor
Spirit
Motor
Spirit