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(Hammill)

The captain's in a coma, the on a drunk;
the in his cabin with his special friend, the monk;
the midget's on the bridge, dispensing and junk -
those and special places,
those strange and places,
those sad, faces,
it's a of Fools.
The nurse in black seamed stockings, already on patrol
for fur starlets panicked by the watering-hole;
waiting for the drama to unfold
in cold and treasured places,
those old and degenerate
those posed, posed, empty
a Ship of Fools.

Run, rabbit, run, the only 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 have run to the limit
turn, baby, turn, there's a ring of and you're in it.

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