No Mas

This is one you can take home

And paint it on your tail fin

And when your coffee tastes like bathtub gin

All your thoughts resemble West BerlinYou'll re-ride

The Orange Line

And only insects will hum

You will slowly come undone

Like a sweaterThere's no Flying Dutchman to be found

All ghost ships run aground

And as you stand out to the coast

Awash in overtonesPampered in plastic

One day it will end

All the King's Horses

And all the King's Men

Quietly quote

"Off with his head!"

Just like AliceAnd this one you'll recognize

Back when they called it a classic

Now you're being sent to your room

Like a naughty boy with a tall glass of antisepticAnd you'll write

Amis in rhyme

And it always comes out the same

Nobody will remember your name

Oh I've got a name

No Mas