Hunters & Collectors - Titanic Lyrics
We're cutting it fine - we're cutting it cleanThe green green grass - we're living the dreamBringing the bacon home to be cookedWe're getting ahead - we're getting hookedOn the hot north wind - we can feel the fireFrom the ***** heart of lost desireThe freaks of control are closing inThe clamour of bedlam is wearing thinAnd the great divide - between right and wrongThe cry of madness is growing strongAcross your face your knowledge movesAnd in your head the silence provesAnd as you wander in search of meYou will forget what used to beAnd we'll be living on borrowed timeAs we cross over the forbidden lineThat once was written on desert sandWe could not see, we could not understandAnd all the houses in every streetWhere live the millions we will not meetAs we stumble from day to daySearching for glory on feet of clayAs we go over the final hillFor one more conquest, for one more thrillYou know the story, you know the drillThe haunted village will stand aloneWhen the dust has settled on your ancient bonesThey will be cleaned - picked by the crowsOf your carrion dream as the ice cap flowsAnd the great Titanic - it sails at dawnThe day you left me - when I was bornWe're heading homeward - we're heaven boundWe're sinking slowly - no sight or soundOn the great Titanic - it sails at dawnAnd we'll be honey, we will be bornWe're heading home now - we're heaven boundWe're sinking slowly - no sight or sound
