Van Der Graaf Generator - Ship Of Fools Lyrics
(Hammill)The captain's in a coma, the lieutenant's on a drunk;the owner's in his cabin with his special friend, the monk;the midget's on the bridge, dispensing platitudes and junk -those wild and special places,those strange and dangerous places,those sad, sweet faces,it's a Ship of Fools.The nurse in black seamed stockings, she's already on patrolfor fake fur starlets panicked by the watering-hole;everybody's waiting for the drama to unfoldin those cold and treasured places,those old and degenerate places;those posed, posed, empty facesit's a Ship of Fools.Run, rabbit, run, you're the only one that can do it;turn, baby, turn, there's a ring of fireand you've got to go through it.Fun, baby, fun, when the sands have run to the limitturn, baby, turn, there's a ring of fire and you're in it.Looking for logic and adventuredown the dark end of the street,open city, open season, open lips that gleam so sweetoffer kisses like piranhasto the soft flesh of your feet,and any man's poison is every man's meatin those mad and special places,those sad and desperate places,those sad, sweet soul embraces,it's a Ship of FoolsThose strange and special placesthose wild and dangerous places,those dead, dead, dead faces...It's a Ship of Fools; no rules.
