Beau - Bristol Museum lyrics

In the wake of the motorboat, sunlight did dance A believable tango on the roadway to France To the strains of the orchestra's Latin "Te Deum" Out of the windows of the Bristol Museum, Out of the windows of the Bristol Museum. The handles that power the stately machines Are held by the k**ers who sweep the latrines. The virus is laughing, as obviously The brushes are hung from the Bristol Musee, The brushes are hung from the Bristol Musee. The rows of medallions that hang on the chest Of the hair-covered General now jingle to rest. His jeep and his driver the law contravene As they park 'neath the shadows of the Bristol Museen, As they park 'neath the shadows of the Bristol Museen… Bristol was quiet in enemy hands, A Bavarian accent intoning commands Gave few crumbs of comfort as voices cried "Schnell!" And the bolts on the scaffolding parted and fell, And the scaffolding fell from the Bristol Musell… The motorboat complement never got through. The radio reported them long overdue, Then the strains of an orchestra played a "Te Deum" From a concert recorded at the Bristol Museum, From a concert recorded at the Bristol Museum.