Mother, mother ocean, I have heard you call
Wanted to sail upon your waters since I was three feet tall
You’ve seen it all, you’ve seen it all
Watched the men who rode you switch from sails to steam
And in your belly you hold the treasures few have ever seen
Most of 'em dream, most of 'em dream
Yes I am a pirate, two hundred years too late
The cannons don’t thunder, there’s nothin’ to plunder
I’m an over-forty victim of fate
Arriving too late, arriving too late…
Once I was a ruler
About twelve inches long
Three times me made a yardstick
36 inches high
36 inches high was l
36 inches high
i never got over 36 inches high
Ever since I was a young boy
I’ve played the silver ball
From Soho down to Brighton
I must have played them all
But I ain’t seen nothing like him
In any amusement hall
That deaf, dumb and blind kid
Sure plays a mean pinball
Now if I only could,
I’d make a deal with God
and I’d get him to swap our places
I’d be running up that road
I’d be running up that hill
With no problems
I pleaded with Slark to pass me by
“I’ve done nothing wrong, I don’t want to die”
He scooped me up in his huge grey claws
And bore me away without any cause
Deep in my soul
Love so strong
It takes control
Now we both know
The secrets bared
The feelings show
Driven far apart
I’ll make a wish
On a shooting star
There will come a day
Somewhere far away
In your arms I’ll stay
My only love…
When routine bites hard
and ambitions are low
and resentment rides high
but emotions won’t grow
And we’re changing our ways
taking different roads
Love, love will tear us apart again.
Love, love will tear us apart again.
I’ve had enough of dance halls
I’ve had enough of pills
I’ve had enough of street fights
I’ve seen my share of kills.
I’m finished with the fashions
And acting like I’m tough
I’m bored with hate and passion
I’ve had enough of love.
I’ll say goodbye to love
No one really cares if I should live or die
Time and time again the chance for love has passed me by
And all I know of love is how to live without it
Just can’t seem to find it
Cut my life into pieces
This is my last resort
Mutilation, no breathing
Don’t give a fuck if I cut my arm bleeding
Would it be wrong, would it be right
If I took my life tonight ?
Chances are that I might
Don’t you know my life’s a quiet hell?
I’m a black hole, I’m an empty shell
Does it occur to you that I might need help?
You’re the guy who doesn’t get it
Say I’m in the tub with a razor blade
You’d walk in and ask me “How was your day?”
Then you’d lather up and start to shave
As I bleed on the new tile floor
Now Santa Claus comes forward,
that’s a razor in his mit;
and he puts on his dark glasses
and he shows you where to hit;
and then the cameras pan,
the stand in stunt man,
dress rehearsal rag,
it’s just the dress rehearsal rag,
you know this dress rehearsal rag,
it’s just a dress rehearsal rag.