dizzies night as dizzied day
& falls upon the waking hour
With alarm dreams rush away
Rush of rush-hour's always sour
but all workers need their pay
So...
Heave-ho, heave-ho
Slumber like a rock
then cull water out of stone
Swing the milking hammer
against the fossils left of bone,
Sweat from dust-glands to glamour,
& evaporate blood-tears un-wept alone
What else is there to know?
Heave-ho, heave-ho
Stumble back to dock
of shipwrecked sand-dune shores
then sink into that easy-chair despair
to drown the queasiness of whores
with soul-stomachs poisoned by their fare
This sickening drought forever pours
Keep treading these unholy waters
Now to the oars!
Back to the oars!!!
Time to go, time to go.
Heave-ho, heave-ho
Swallow pride forever
Serve this stranded sand-ship's sails
"We're all in this together"
all the crews and captians wail
In this drought of unchanging weather
the gunmen shoot all those that bail
So now you know, and there you go.
Heave ho, heave ho
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