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    The captain's in a coma, the lieutenant's on a drunk;
    The owner's in his cabin with his special friend,
    The monk;
    The midget's on the bridge, dispensing platitudes
    And junk -
    Those wild and special places,
    Those strange and dangerous places,
    Those sad, sweet faces,
    It's a ship of fools.

    The nurse in black seamed stockings, she's already on patrol
    For fake fur starlets panicked by the watering-hole;
    Everybody's waiting for the drama to unfold
    In those cold and treasured places,
    Those old and degenerate places;
    Those posed, posed, empty faces
    It's a ship of fools.

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    Run, rabbit, run, you're the only one
    That can do it;
    Turn, baby, turn, there's a ring of fire
    And you've got to go through it.
    Fun, baby, fun, when the sands have run
    To the limit
    Turn, baby, turn, there's a ring of fire
    And you're in it.

    Looking for logic and adventure
    Down the dark end of the street,
    Open city, open season, open lips that gleam so sweet
    Offer kisses like piranhas
    To the soft flesh of your feet,
    And any man's poison is every man's meat
    In those mad and special places,
    Those sad and desparate places,
    Those sad, sweet soul embraces,
    It's a ship of fools
    Those strange and special places
    Those wild and dangerous places,
    Those dead, dead, dead faces....
    It's a ship of fools;
    No rules.

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    Composición: Peter Hammill

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