Musical Reaction

We here at Fencing With Archers are an acoustic cover band, but from time to time, we are so inspired by a story we have to write about it. Here, is an original song about the first story posted on this blog.


42-Nothing"
by: Fencing with Archers

Intro, spoken-sung
(like priests do when they say-sing the 'body and blood' of Christ bit):

"And when the dust had settled, there remained only one"

Verse:
It was a long trip, I had nothing to eat
I could only rattle my cage, or look at my feet
But my feet
Are really paws.

The sea was rough, I tossed and turned
I got mad as hell and I was ready to burn
And pretty soon forty-two-lil-muthafucks
Got the claws!

Chorus:
I don't care that you're Cambodian
You don't care that I'm African
I don't care that you're human
Cause baby . . I'm a fucking lion.

Verse:
Forty-two of you, and only one of me
I think I see a way out and that's to kill-you-with-ease
I'm strong and fast, your short and dumb
And dead

You can't out-wit what you cannot see
And I'm on your back, sinking in my teeth
What part about 'fighting a lion'
did you not get?

Chorus:
I don't care that you're Cambodian
You don't care that I'm African
I don't care that you're human
Cause baby . . I'm a fucking lion.

Bridge:
But, oh, (Oh!) the atrocity
Such a fine indictment of humanity
I coulda been fucking a hot lion chick
But I was eating up on you

Chorus:
I don't care that you're Cambodian
You don't care that I'm African
I don't care that you're human
Cause baby . . I'm a fucking lion.


More posts coming later today.