John Cale - Ship Of Fools Lyrics
The ship of fools is coming inTake me off Ive got to eatSame old stories same old thingLetting out and pulling inMister, theres a caravan parked out backRestless hoping for a christian riderThe black book, a grappling hookA hangmans noose on a burnt out treeGuess we must be getting close to tombstoneThe last time we had eatenWas when the flies were going for freeYou could count the hardships by the open doorsBut sandwiched in betweenWere the fishermen who stillWished they could sail from tenessee to arizonaSo hold on, wont be longThe call is on the lineHold on, sisters goneSouth to give the signWe picked up dracula in memphisIt was just about the break of dayAnd then hastily prayed for out souls to be savedThere was something in the air that made us kind of wearyBy the time we got to swansea it was getting darkTumble, jungles, bugles and the prizeThe tides turned west at amerforthAs if they didnt know what to doBut garnant stood its ground and asked for moreAll the people seemed quite glad to see usShaking hands and smiling like the clockWell we gave them all the message thenThat the ship of fools was inMake sure they get home for christmasSo hold on, wont be longThe call is on the lineSo hold on, sisters goneSouth to give the sign
