Murderer's come dressed as suicides They drag the donkey's that carry the sh** Wondering where all of that hope went I'm telling you now this it Everybody knows you sell mouthwash As liquid gold always rusts The roller blade girls concrete the beaches The coffee cups crumble to dust On the Titanic, groovy, the lifeboats blow in the wind. Listening to your Northern Soul records You're pumped up with The Stax and the Blues I can't help it if I was born stupid I'm thinking about buying some shoes Saxophones wait in the echo I'm a good looking 19 year old girl Hanging in the light like a Gecko Inviting all men into my world On the Titanic, groovy, the lifeboats blow in the wind.