Psychedelic Soldiers by Major Guts Lyrics
Verse 1
Pass the Prometheus, spark up the reef, inhale it in sequence, exhale and release
Now that I’m feeling it, peep what I’m speaking slick, warnings I’m weaving in words that I breathe
So you have come to the wondrous regime, you think you can run with wild wolverines?
Where mad men sleep on drum magazines, where major spits fire and chugs gasoline
Facing off soldiers, raiders and bandits, full metal jackets, sabres and lances
The warpath advances no matter the chances, in bloodthirsty trances, the major just dances
Causing commotion atop mountains, beneath oceans, footwork and swordplay smooth as creamy lotions
Unsheathed katana reveals danse macabre, while wondrous wolverines bathe in the lava
Nerves made of steel, no sweat under the collar, march through minefields like calm Dalai lamas
Vacation’s not here, ain’t no Bahamas, if you feel fear, then you’re food for piranhas
Now can you walk with me along with the grizzlies, and not piss your pants or end up as mincemeat?
Can you roll steady? Chill in the heavy? Psychedelic soldiers we move with the medley
Verse 2
No plan survives first contact with the enemy, when squad is attacked could you react readily?
Sniper on rooftop with the bolt action, fires M95, bursts your friend’s skull to fractions
One of those fragments, flies through your lashes, into your eyeball is now where it gashes
But if when it hit, you ignored it, forced your eyes wide open and emptied your clip
You might be a contender for the major’s agenda, your fealty to him you should offer forever
Run with the wolves and bask in the splendour, there is no retreat, no stop, no surrender
This is the belief in the major’s brigade, where men yell out peace as they toss the grenade
Have you no home? Surely you know, in this proud pack of panthers mercs come and they go
Some by the bullet and some by the soul, burn bright fiery red then ash out like coal
Fields fall in flame, by major and co, none are left standing, some kneel towards his throne
I fell to the pack, and all of their ways, now I’ll never look back, I found calm in the craze
Mindless monkeys mellow in the major’s maze; he is the sole composer of our purple haze
Verse 3
These bloodthirsty warriors, that gleam so glorious, only in battle do they feel euphoria
They dance thin red lines, not right in their minds; wounds do not hurt them they find it sublime
There in the heart, is where it did start, marvellous major turned madness to art
Will you depart, on guts’ ark, steers us clear of all danger and man-eating sharks
2 knives, 2 clubs and 2 black pistols, 2 shotguns 2 rifles and 2 damn missiles
A bunch of wild animals on one vessel, these maniacs only the major would wrestle
Into submission, tamed to one vision, wondrous wolverines would best any mission
A private moves slowly and wastes all his lead, but the major moves swiftly and aims for the head
50 cal. brush strokes paint green fields red, canvasses made of all the soldiers now dead
So what do you know? I’m Van Gogh with each blow, or is this deaf ear? How far did I go?
There’s no other way I could possibly say it, your courtesy and culture we consider archaic
Run with wolverines, don’t know if you’ll make it, keep pace, and be free in the major’s mosaic
And so it was written, now thou shall listen, there’s no organism that can stop the rhythm
Imagination is my ammunition, the mind is a gun and I just put the clip in
And so it was written, now thou shall listen, there’s no organism that can stop the rhythm
Imagination is my ammunition, the mind is a gun and I’m shooting the diction
Pass the Prometheus, spark up the reef, inhale it in sequence, exhale and release
Now that I’m feeling it, peep what I’m speaking slick, warnings I’m weaving in words that I breathe
So you have come to the wondrous regime, you think you can run with wild wolverines?
Where mad men sleep on drum magazines, where major spits fire and chugs gasoline
Facing off soldiers, raiders and bandits, full metal jackets, sabres and lances
The warpath advances no matter the chances, in bloodthirsty trances, the major just dances
Causing commotion atop mountains, beneath oceans, footwork and swordplay smooth as creamy lotions
Unsheathed katana reveals danse macabre, while wondrous wolverines bathe in the lava
Nerves made of steel, no sweat under the collar, march through minefields like calm Dalai lamas
Vacation’s not here, ain’t no Bahamas, if you feel fear, then you’re food for piranhas
Now can you walk with me along with the grizzlies, and not piss your pants or end up as mincemeat?
Can you roll steady? Chill in the heavy? Psychedelic soldiers we move with the medley
Verse 2
No plan survives first contact with the enemy, when squad is attacked could you react readily?
Sniper on rooftop with the bolt action, fires M95, bursts your friend’s skull to fractions
One of those fragments, flies through your lashes, into your eyeball is now where it gashes
But if when it hit, you ignored it, forced your eyes wide open and emptied your clip
You might be a contender for the major’s agenda, your fealty to him you should offer forever
Run with the wolves and bask in the splendour, there is no retreat, no stop, no surrender
This is the belief in the major’s brigade, where men yell out peace as they toss the grenade
Have you no home? Surely you know, in this proud pack of panthers mercs come and they go
Some by the bullet and some by the soul, burn bright fiery red then ash out like coal
Fields fall in flame, by major and co, none are left standing, some kneel towards his throne
I fell to the pack, and all of their ways, now I’ll never look back, I found calm in the craze
Mindless monkeys mellow in the major’s maze; he is the sole composer of our purple haze
Verse 3
These bloodthirsty warriors, that gleam so glorious, only in battle do they feel euphoria
They dance thin red lines, not right in their minds; wounds do not hurt them they find it sublime
There in the heart, is where it did start, marvellous major turned madness to art
Will you depart, on guts’ ark, steers us clear of all danger and man-eating sharks
2 knives, 2 clubs and 2 black pistols, 2 shotguns 2 rifles and 2 damn missiles
A bunch of wild animals on one vessel, these maniacs only the major would wrestle
Into submission, tamed to one vision, wondrous wolverines would best any mission
A private moves slowly and wastes all his lead, but the major moves swiftly and aims for the head
50 cal. brush strokes paint green fields red, canvasses made of all the soldiers now dead
So what do you know? I’m Van Gogh with each blow, or is this deaf ear? How far did I go?
There’s no other way I could possibly say it, your courtesy and culture we consider archaic
Run with wolverines, don’t know if you’ll make it, keep pace, and be free in the major’s mosaic
And so it was written, now thou shall listen, there’s no organism that can stop the rhythm
Imagination is my ammunition, the mind is a gun and I just put the clip in
And so it was written, now thou shall listen, there’s no organism that can stop the rhythm
Imagination is my ammunition, the mind is a gun and I’m shooting the diction