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(Hammill)

The in a coma, the lieutenant's on a drunk;
the owner's in his with his special friend, the monk;
the midget's on the bridge, platitudes and junk -
those wild and places,
those strange and places,
those sad, faces,
it's a of Fools.
The in black seamed stockings, she's already on patrol
for fake fur starlets panicked by the
waiting for the drama to unfold
in those and treasured places,
those old and places;
those posed, posed, empty
a Ship of Fools.

Run, rabbit, run, you're the one that can do it;
turn, baby, turn, there's a ring of
and you've got to go it.
Fun, baby, fun, when the sands run to the limit
turn, baby, turn, a ring of fire and you're in it.

Looking for logic and
down the end of the street,
open city, open season, open lips gleam so sweet
offer kisses like
to the soft of your feet,
and any man's is every man's meat
in those mad and places,
those sad and places,
those sad, sweet embraces,
a Ship of Fools
Those strange and places
those wild and places,
those dead, dead, faces...
a Ship of Fools; no rules.