They crawled through the backstreets
Searching for the rapture
In the dirtiest of corners
New memories to capture
They were pissing on each other
And calling it romantic
But once the sheets dried out it was only semantics
So please be kind to The Golden Hind
And say oh-oh-oh-oh
It's not our fault that we're deaf, dumb and blind
We say oh-oh-oh-oh
They cursed the madness
From all four cold directions
Honest to badness
A mass grave of lost erections
Roots of ever-lasting love
Are coded in childhood
Didn't stand a chance with all that neurotic deadwood
So please be kinder to The Golden Hind
And say oh-oh-oh-oh
Stuck in the city and out of our minds
We say oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
I've been running for forever
Over mountains, over dunes
From the corporation fumes
It's not the running that's the problem
It's the poor choice of terrain
Again and again and again
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