| Black Ships seen last year south of Heaven
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| In their wake
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| Pharaoh stares into the Amentine Night
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| And gives us a ghost and wraps it in gold
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| A thousand years is nothing
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| Two thousand years still less
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| And it shone that
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| We are all Pharaohs
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| In our hearts
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| The double crown
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| Eats double portions
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| And gobbles the soul
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| Whilst doing tricks
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| For deadeyed camels
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| Who are trotting blearily along
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| The highway made of bells
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| Black Ships of dark
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| And latched with politeness
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| That makes this frenzy at home
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| That you call World War 3
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| And I called it bullshit
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| There are liars who I know they are liars
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| And the big pot boils
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| With centuries of conspiracy
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| And cabbages and kings
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| Who have had their cake and ate it
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| With another head parallel to the one they knew
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| It fed Big Moloch and pacified Azrael
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| And joyed up Samael (lucky lackeys)
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| With a knack for cracking the heart of the party
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| And killing the laughter with frosty fire
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| It’s Samael time
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| The hoedown is heavy on Bumble Bee Terrace
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| The frisky piskies sitting on toads
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| The Godfish are eating pies of eyes
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| And gills turn out cornwakes to clap their hands
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| As the fiance’s passing
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| Peace to those who have genitalised Kingdom
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| This is not their cabbage patch
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| Get out and save your souls
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| There is too much to take from the bubbles
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| That lined the Milky Way with terror
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| Fourteen years ago to this day
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| Bighead has eaten Dustface
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| Dustface barks back and the crowflies flee
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| Who was that wasting twilight?
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| Oh well I?
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| I hopscotched their eyes with Lightning Jack
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| Bloodface waits for me in the distance with his mother
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| It’s time for sea!
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| The Eucharist waits
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| Immaculate in incomprehensible paradox
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| The piping hot tea
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| The slaughtering giddy moons
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| The broken crown corroded with moths
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| How many horses were killed this year by human sick?
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| The ponies are made into sleighs for demons
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| (I call them Bonesledge!)
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| Equine motion murderer Christ Mass
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| What bound these together I saw at last at seven
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| His years as breath his teeth as walls his eyes as colours
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| Oh! |
| Such beauty beyond what I dreamt
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| Black Ships seem far away
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| I wait for the news and pray in my pyjamas
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| Tonguface says to Bloodface
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| «Stop the Ships! |
| Stop the Ships!»
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| Their prows hover into view
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| They gobble the Pleiades before lunch
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| At this rage they will devour the sky
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| And Coptic Cats wil lsleep in fear
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| Of the foam and froth
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| That so hated the world
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| They devoured
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| His Only Begotten Son
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| Stop the Ships
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| Stop the Ships
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| And stop the Ships |