Michael

In a green, green room there’s a green, green man
And he rocks and he rocks then he rocks some more
He sways and he rocks as the green ship sails
Through the green, green seas and the tar black floor

The floor starts to rise as the anchor is tossed
And the boards start to creak with the souls of the lost
And the crew calls out and the ghosts call back
Our hearts are green and our lungs are black

We’re sailing to the Colony, we’re sailing to the Colony

On a tall green chair our captain sits
Shivering his timbers in his dark glasses
And he smokes as he watches and he drinks with the fish
And he ticks our names off the passenger list

There’s Cunty, and Cunty, and Cunty’s been in
And she needs a shave or a brand new skin
And he’s not long for this dear old world
Time to settle up love like a good old girl

On a torn green chair there’s a thin green man
And he rocks and he rocks then he rocks some more
And he sways and he rocks as the green ship sails
Through the green green seas and the tar black floor

And the crew start to sing and the ghosts join in
And the ship sails on through the nicotine fog
It’s man overboard as the old girl roars
And the glasses fly across the Ouija board

And the floor starts to rise and the boards start to creak
As the ship sets sail from old Dean street
And the girls start to cackle and the men start to swear
And they powder their noses in the you-know-where?

We’re sailing to the Colony, we’re sailing to the Colony

And it’s man overboard as the old girl roars
Above the luckless, fuckless Dean street whores
And he smokes and he watches and he drinks with the fish
And he welcomes you home and he kisses your lips

And you know when he does he means it
And you know when he does he means it

We’re sailing to the Colony, we’re sailing in the Colony

Through the green green door up the green green stairs
There’s a place for the ones who never said their prayers

Muriel, Ian, Michael – your ship will always be there