"Come along now, it's time to go."
"This is still my ship, will you kindly go ashore!"
"I'm afraid this isn't a ship, and you're not a captain."
"Look around you: the mast, the deck, the helm!"
"If you say that you are still the captain of a ship
I see we must resort to stupid use of force."
Past peace signs gaily tattooed on the snarling jaws of war
Past politicians drooling over choices ...........
With gorseflesh sown across your nose to sift the air from ....
Your mind is a disease in your heart
And your body prickles in VD
"How much is life worth on the junkyard?"
"Six pence a bone, a shilling a hairy armpit"
Choice cut abreast is sold at the mortuary
And the (queue?) grows from my brain
Confound their politics
Frustrate their knavish tricks
On Thee our hopes we fix
God save the Queen!