Trip to Marineville

There's gunboats in the estuary To cut you and protect Gunboats float like cemeteries Inside of your guitar Gunboats in the sepia Which cannot cry at all Gunboats in the estuary Freezing your regime There's gunboats Everywhere you walk There's gunboa

Solid in those waters You were shattered and you lost your name Cutting lines you shot the channel Pushing out the galleons In a midget submarine Midget submarine So much like escape Sleeping in a moving train With ammunition and the other guns Divin

Got a Rolls Royce It's driving me wild I never thought about it Got a space Between my eyes And I never knew about it No more ways To excavate you There's no two ways about it I think that's all There is to say Nothing more, oh, oh no Go away and pla

Say, that's a swell map Are you intent on making it? Maybe even faking it? Then you'll see the real me Then you'll see what we can do Maybe someday we'll get it down And make the talking linger on Hoping it'll lead us there Then you'll see what we ca

I wanna spend some time with you Not now, but just another day It's much more fun just playing games With someone else's face No one waiting for my show It's still the second game No commitment, token drifting Round and round, still E-T-C I wanna liv