Letra de Ship Of Fools (Fragments)
This is ship of foolsThe ship of fools is coming in Take me off, I've got to eat Same old stories, same old thing Letting out and pulling inMister, there's a caravan parked out back Restless, hoping for a Christian rider The black book, a grappling hook A hangman's noose on a burnt out tree I guess we must be getting close to TombstoneSo hold on, won't be long The call is on the line Hold on, sister's gone South to give the signBy the time we got to Swansea, it was getting dark Mumbles, jungles, bugles, and the prize The tides turned west at Ammanford As if they didn't know what to do But Garnant stood its ground and asked for moreThe last time we had eaten Was when the flies were going for free You could count the hardships by the open doors But sandwiched in between Were the fishermen who still Wished they could sail from Tennessee to ArizonaSo hold on, it won't be long The call is on the line Hold on, sister's gone South to give the signWe picked up Dracula in Memphis Just about the break of day And then hastily prayed for our souls to be saved There was something in the air that made us kind of wearySo hold on, it won't be long The call is on the line Hold on, sister's gone South to give the sign