Quasar Wut-Wut - The Tramps Of Taro Sound lyrics

The Tramps of Taro Sound Sit and watch the wind Running ships aground They give no warning cries But they charge no fare So, I guess it's alright Living off the spoils of the war I sold my wife and children For a trench along the shore As the ships go down No one talks about The other side of town... They're handing trophies out to all young things Who can distract their country for the King And keep the vultures occupied Over in the reservoir Another debutante Is readied for his grand departure The Elders of the Last Regime Watch from the wings And make sure that every exit's covered Then they fill him with slaughterhouse gin And forty counts of brine In memory of the Wheezing Ulcers As he sails into the sound There are no holidays On the other side of town... After we've had our fun And the spoils are long gone Can't shake the phlegm of paranoia The wind rails and screams As we try to keep our ship Together at the seams But it soon disintegrates And we see their throbbing eyes Watching from the banks They gave no warning cries But they charged no fare - So, I guess it's alright