Lizard People Songtext

von Fleetwood Mac

Pain, sore, aching feet
Pain, sore, aching feet
Somewhere where dream meets reality
In the doldrums of your mind
We find a gray-green ambiance
Lizard becomes man
And vice-versa
Very strange but strangely logical
The sheriff, the men with red necks
The posse, shotguns at the ready
Creep & stumble through the swamp's vegetation
Flashlights search the undergrowth
For signs of visitation
But lizard people have no need to fear
They are above, beyond & totally elsewhere
We are the lizard people
Caught in the fifth dimension
(No matter how long you suffer
Be it three months or 30 years
No matter what your problems are
Corns, calluses, pain in the balls of your feet
Burning hair endings
Painful ankles
Old injuries
Aching feet, pain, sore, aching feet, plane soar
Somewhere where dreams meet reality
They are above, beyond & totally elsewhere
Pain, sore, aching feet
Lizard becomes man
And vice-versa
You may say, "Very strange."
But I say, "Strangely logical."
Without my neck
Without my head
Without my shotguns
They are above, beyond & totally elsewhere
Rumors, sightings, speculation
No reward
I search for signs of visitation
Not vegetation
We are the lizard people