Shipyards

Throw the fishermen lines
Close the shipyards and mines
Leaving only the water
We still have old wives' tales about

The old days
Deep lonely waters
The old days
The old days
Deep lonely waters
The old days

We climb hills all the time
There are hills in our minds
And the hills in our minds
Cannot be measured in miles
And it's God you're in the right

Beat the fisherman's lies
Beat the bibliophile
Turn even gold to climate
There was rhythm and rhyme
But rhythm dies

The rhyme is alive
Rhyme is alive
Rhyme's alive
The rhyme's alive
Rhyme is alive
Rhyme's alive

Play real life monopoly
It has real people, real lives
A game for an arm in the family
A yearn old nugget got caught

As mud writes murder says
As the vote is in, as we are still arguing
After five for them again soon
And it's a dealer's game

Red bean
They own the water, the whole company
They own
They own this country, the whole lot of thing

Throw the fishermen lines
Close the shipyards and mines
Leaving only the water
We still have old wives' tales about

The old days
Deep lonely waters
The old days
The old days
Deep lonely waters
The old days
The old days
Cynical, political
The old days