Текст Arthur Brown – City Melody

«Come along now, it’s time to go»
«This is still my ship, will you kindly go ashore!»
«I’m afraid this isn’t a ship, and you’re not a captain»
«Look around you: the mast, the deck, the helm!»

Past peace signs gaily tattooed on the snarling jaws of war
Past politicians drooling over choices ?
With gorseflesh sown across your nose to sift the air from ?

Your mind is a disease in your heart
And your body prickles in VD
«How much is life worth on the junkyard?»
«Six pence a bone, a shilling a hairy armpit»
Choice cut abreast is sold at the mortuary
And the ?
grows from my brain

Confound their politics
Frustrate their knavish tricks
On Thee our hopes we fix
God save the Queen!