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City Melody

Brown, Arthur
"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!"
"If you say that you are still the captain of a ship
I see we must resort to stupid use of force"

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!