At least not the one that we're after
And it carries no survivors
But kindly leave, leave the future, leave it open"
That some poor singer, just like me had to leave her
Ah, they'll never, they'll never ever reach the moon
And she will learn to touch herself so well
She hails him with a microphone
But let's leave these lovers wondering
Ah, she's eaten, she's eaten with desire
Oh, I guess he thinks that he's the very first one
She spies him through the glasses
It's floating, broken on the open sea, look out there, my friends
From the pawnshops of her wicked father
Like it was the wheel of some big ocean liner
Ah, his fingernails, I see they're broken
His hands upon his leather belt now
Why they cannot have each other
He says, "Yes, I just might go to sleep
Of his famous cigarillo
The moneylender's lovely little daughter
His ships, they're all on fire
She wants to be his woman
She finds him lying in a heap
And let's sing another song, boys
She tempts him with a clarinet
And he has lit the chain
She waves a Nazi dagger
He stands where it is steep
As all the sails burn down like paper
