Ship Of Fools 歌詞
Ship Of Fools - John Cale
Written by：John Cale
The ship of fools
Is coming in
Take me off I've got to eat
Same old stories
Same old thing
Letting out and pulling in
Mister there's a caravan
Parked out back
Restless hoping for a christian rider
The black book a grappling hook
A hangman's noose on a burnt out tree
Guess we must be getting close to tombstone
The last time we had eaten
Was when the flies were going for free
You could count the hardships by the open doors
But sandwiched in between
Were the fishermen who still
Wished they could sail from Tenessee to Arizona
So hold on
Won't be long
The call is on the line
Hold on
Sister's gone
South to give the sign
We picked up dracula in Memphis
It was just about the break of day
And then hastily prayed
For out souls to be saved
There something in the air that made us kind of weary
By the time we got to Swansea
It was getting dark
Tumble jungles bugles and the prize
The tides turned west at Amerforth
As if they didn't know what to do
But garnant stood it's ground and asked for more
All the people seemed quite glad to see us
Shaking hands and smiling like the clock
Well we gave them all the message then
The ship of fools was in
Make sure they all get home for Christmas
So hold on
Won't be long
Call is on the line
Hold on
Sister's gone
South to give the sign