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