Ship Of Fools

The captain's in a coma, the lieutenant's on a drunk;

The owner's in his cabin with his special friend,

The monk;

The midget's on the bridge, dispensing platitudes

And junk -

Those wild and special places,

Those strange and dangerous places,

Those sad, sweet faces,

It's a ship of fools.

The nurse in black seamed stockings, she's already on patrol

For fake fur starlets panicked by the watering-hole;

Everybody's waiting for the drama to unfold

In those cold and treasured places,

Those old and degenerate places;

Those posed, posed, empty faces

It's a ship of fools.

Run, rabbit, run, you're the only one

That can do it;

Turn, baby, turn, there's a ring of fire

And you've got to go through it.

Fun, baby, fun, when the sands have run

To the limit

Turn, baby, turn, there's a ring of fire

And you're in it.

Looking for logic and adventure

Down the dark end of the street,

Open city, open season, open lips that gleam so sweet

Offer kisses like piranhas

To the soft flesh of your feet,

And any man's poison is every man's meat

In those mad and special places,

Those sad and desparate places,

Those sad, sweet soul embraces,

It's a ship of fools

Those strange and special places

Those wild and dangerous places,

Those dead, dead, dead faces....

It's a ship of fools;

No rules.