Michael Zapruder - Little Ship Bluebell lyrics

Start to weep, protective mothers The children are sailing away On the little ship Bluebell They're throwing all their crayons into the sea They'll be grist for the glamour mills Drinking whiskey, taking pills No more games, no more going 'round, no more bright dreams It's out to sea with 'em all It's been on the news, the blood in the blue There was nothing to do, so they k**ed the crew On the little ship Bluebell They're throwing all their clothing into the sea They'll be grist for the glamour mills Drinking whiskey, taking pills No more games, no more going 'round, no more bright dreams It's out to sea with 'em all They're gonna sail under the water And follow a wavering column of light To find at the bottom of the sea one day A wild and lovely reckless city On the little ship Bluebell They're throwing all their cargo into the sea They'll be grist for the glamour mills Drinking whiskey, taking pills No more games, no more going 'round, no more bright dreams No more games, no more going 'round, no more bright dreams No more games, no more going 'round, no more bright dreams It's out to sea with 'em all