Penguin spins the caviar Trois rouge We drown it quick before it
Hatches We wash it down with absynthe, spit it out with roses Captain
Turns the hoses on the crawling crowd We're on a cloud, we're on our
Knees, we're singing all the songs our fathers taught us Still the band
Plays on (relieved!) They locked up all their daughters, deep down,
Horizontal in the hold We're much too old and much too drunk to hold a
Conversation Too far gone to see the mountain waving through the crack
That was the floor