Navigating Flood Regions

(álbum: Self-Inflicted Aerial Nostalgia - 1989)

"Spy!" shouted the crew, "Let's string him up"
Wise off to the captain, now where's my coffee cup?
And it's been an adventurous day
The ship floats, but it won't float away
Let's just stay

Don your favorite costume, here we go
Belt a song from your lungs real long and slow
And you're doing a wonderful job
Shaping up with a competent mob
It's your job

It's as long as wide and just beginning
Been around for eons just like me
Grab your money and let's go for all the winnings
Cast your soul into the jagged sea
It's the number on your head
Now you're dead

Stuff you down the barrel of a cannon
Let you see the world as something to see
Take you to the corners of the playground
Let you watch the traffic through the trees
It's the number on your head
Now you're dead

And we'll run as the war trumpet blows
And the judge with the list of no-shows