Teknopeasant - Herbal Infection Lyrics
Oh Oh Oh OhHere comes your herbal infectionOh oh oh ohWhere’s your propolis protectionNone of your beeswax, Face factsWe weren’t made to propagateAnything that nature couldn’t mateNow we’ve mucked it up big timeToo late for bee-kindOur hive-mind inoculatorsSlaving nectar-saving pollinatorsThey’re doing their see-you latersBut that’s no way to say goodbyeTicks of the mind haveTime to find you, will unwind youLike a wool skein,A sheep scene of loathingSteeped clothingBattering rams at the flax damsGet on your flak jacket, father jack hacket.What? Ya mean ya didn’t pack it?Ha! Too late lately so many poisonsWe’re the only speciesThat heedlessly employs themHay hay hay it’s old schoolYou need the weather foolWe’re up for big balesBlack sails in the sunsetUnispike as you likeRearguard farmyard actionThis is four by four tractionSixteen, the sick teamThank the bankersBought us the slurry tankersContractual mayhemJuneJitsu Gas themAll over the taut brown groundSquirm worm you’re historyLumbricans terrestrisYou’ll miss the best bitsWatch us try to eat our own shitSettle down lad, says my granddadNo need for SwearingYou could do more being pleasantAnd what’s that you’re wearing?In the name of Teknopeasant!Pop, the problem is more and more’s been doneGod knows you were no moronA good man, quiet, hard working and smartAnd I still miss the smell of your pipe smokeAnd my granny’s apple tartBut now we’re outrunHave you clocked the mileage,We got knee-deep friesans eating captive silagePensioners at 3 and 4 yearsBone-hammock dung-flingersWannabee gun-slingers can’t stand them,Scan them - look they got chipped earsJust a few years ahead of us, on GPSTime to go back to the dark and prayWe learn to enjoy being treated the same wayWhat? Are you going to tryAnd rip out a few pages?Look up the golden ages?Get courageous, Get cosmopolitanAsk for help from your bake-bookFace the facts there’s no going backIt’s a war against moneyBeing used as a weaponI’m not joking it’s a token of infectionIt’s time for insurrectionNeed to get off this oilGet back on the soilGet fierce and vocal – keep it localTake some ground and tend it, befriend it.This is Now - our world – defend it
