Dizraeli - The Kid (feat. Tom Excell)

Still an animal ... still an animal... shake... still an animal
Conjuring Santa
Conjuring flying saucers
Eyes of a sorcerer
Wide portal for fire waters
Magic rain
Reindeer for the sleigh
Imagination - He gave em mysterious names
Poo Bum and Popa Pola
Masher and Boa
Powered by hocus pocus
Kicking the chimneys over
Santa milks em every morning, he fills up a vase
Bangs his elbow and trickles the milk on his face
Get with the programme yo, it's exceptionally simple
Kid is a wizard, game is conceptual pinball
Anything's thinkable when yr a kiddywinkle
Before God tells us we're sinful
Pre-sex-and-a-pimple
We blaze from the faintest of inklings
Flame takes to the kindling and the fire's lit
He sprays 5D phrases in wingdings
Angels with chromium wings blink at the sight of it
The kid

And here's a honeybomb for anyone who'll listen
The renaissance is under four foot tall
And he's never heard of money or of fiction
The kid is gonna blow your mind
Firing honeybombs and wild contradiction
The renaissance is popping off the walls
He couldn't give a frig for your career moves
The kid is gonna blow your mind
Blow your mind....

Still an animal

My son is an alien
Twin suns in the spaces in his skull
Swims air like a space station
Warps time like a crazy crazy black hole
My boy is a strange one
He's teaching me to become a man
By flinging his banana juice at my shoes
By singing like a red hot vandalous cantankerous broken amp
Flocks of electric orca swim through him when he touches water
And as he dries off His eyes are following the flightpaths of crocodile gods
From where he was before
My son wasn't born in any hospital
He sprang from a fireplace in Tours
In a too-hot winter
Look he's got maps for the end of the world in him
They're coded in the smears in his nappies
Wild deer stampede down the tear tracks on his cheeks
Bruce Lee in a loincloth
My boy's got two teeth in his gums
Two teeth...
And with them he snags beauties by the eyeload
I know no-one like my son
Strange one Alien
The kid

And here's a honeybomb for anyone who'll listen
The renaissance is under four foot tall
And he's never heard of money or of fiction
The kid is gonna blow your mind
Firing honeybombs and wild contradiction
The renaissance is popping
He couldn't give a frig for your career moves
The kid is gonna blow your mind
Blow your mind....

Written by:
Rowan Sawday

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