Lyrics:
a country churchyard, laid head to the mast
Eight and Forty souls who came to die in France
a country churchyard, laid head to the mast
Eight and Forty souls who came to die in France
once half full
A head hung half-mast
He claims he's the victim
Strangled by the nine-to-five
And a pattern of stillness
That haunted this still
Close your eyes and take my hand
Throw out what the teacher said
The revolution's in my head
The revolution's in my head
Raise the mast and set
alpha-mast
Cast a grasp, the head's off limits
Scorch it, torch it
Make it blaze, man, that was rad
Stroke it, don't choke it
Just provoke it, man that
scowled
And I bowed my head at the flag half-mast
In the torrents of mad violence
I lost my nerve, taken aghast
In the ragin’ din of silence
And I
Underneath I am a demon
My meticulous plan in effect
To isolate, dismember and kill
Spilling the blood and viscera
Heads mast as a reminder
I must destroy
graveyards, they're living in a house of cards
Cut up the mast head
Burn it at both ends
Not really seeing the tables have turned
Now that the first frost
call
Now she is calling me in a way I can’t ignore
Is it real or is it just inside my head?
Tie me to the mast or we all will be dead
say "what she got to grin ? "
I'll tell ya
There's a ship
The black freighter
With a skull on it's mast-head
Will be coming in
You gentlemen say: "hey
the flag at half mast
She's a rebel's forgotten son
An export of the revolution
She is the first voice of the last ones in the line
She'll drag
back on the farm?
I rang the bell of freedom,
Drank from the well of plenty,
The milk of human kindness
Was succour to my soul.
I took her to the mast
Our gallant ship the Amphitrite, she lay in Plymouth Sound
Blue Peter at the fore-mast head for she was outward bound
We were waiting there for
the flag at half mast
She's a rebel's forgotten son
An export of the revolution
She is the first voice of the last ones in the line
She'll drag
Hold your breath
Over and over till there ain't none left I should have told you not to hold your breath
Sometimes the cold inside my head's the mast
Now speak me of your tidings Kidd
Remind me of the life ye've led
Remember what's to lose and beg
Me mercy for yer women
The Captain's head hangs from
endlessly
Their heads mounted to the masts
"Leave some alive," she said, "to carry a message home.
Tell your masters of this execution
At the hands
the dust can settle
Saddle up the horses
Ride them into the sun
You can get everything you wanted
With a bullet and a gun
Climb upon the mast head
Sail
I laid my head
On the water in my bed
Recall what you said
Shapes on my mast's head
Could you know mine?
Do you know mine?
Two balls on thread
Do
я вечно на зарядке - чувствую себя как Lightning
Старина MastHead - мне респектуют старшие
Я не зоопарк, но вывожу все барсами
Хочешь меня ебнуть?
remember
Walking the plank was a pleasure you see
On the way down it was just you and me
Tied to the mast heads held back to the sky
Nothing to say it
Of the role that I've played of the pathways I've left
String out the memories they drip from the walls
And they're fading away like ghosts in your head
I have
Professor in lectures
The Hannibal Lecter dissecting identical enemies
After the head is a mast and the sail is a manca
It's something like Hector
I'm off
Somewhere deep within
Let revenge be mine
Come all you mast-heads
Come all you harpooners
Sing out for him, well
My order shall be clear
All you
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