Communiqué

Two in the morning, dry-dock town
The rivers rolls away in the night
Little gypsy moth she's all tied down
She quiver in the wind and the light

Yeah and a sailing ship just held down in chains
From the lazy days of sail
It's just lying there in silent pain
He lean on the turist rail

A mother and her baby and the colege war
and the concrete graves
You never wanna against the river law
Nobody rules the waves
Yeah and on the night when the lazy wind is a-wailing
Around the Cutty Sark
Single handed sailor goes sailing
Sailing away in the dark

He's upon the bridge on the self same night
The mariner of dry dock land
Two in the morning, but there is one green light
And the man on the barge of sand
She's gonna slip away below him
Away from the things he's done
But he just shouts 'Hey man, what do you call this thing?'
He could have said 'Pride of London'
On the night when the lazy wind is a-wailing
Around the Cutty Sark
Yeah the single handed sailor goes sailing
Sailing away in the dark

He sticks to his guns
He take the road as it comes
It takes the shine off his shoes

He's says it's a shame
You know it may be a game
But I won't play to lose

He's burning the grass
He take up a glass
He swallow it neat

He crosses the floor
He open the door
He take a sniff of the street

And she tell him that he's crazy
She's saying listen baby
I'm your wife

She tells him he's crazy
For gambling with his life

But he climbs on his horse
You know he feels no remorse
He just kicks it alive

His motor is fine
He take it over the line
Until he's ready to dive

And she tells him that he's crazy
She's saying listen baby
I'm your wife

She's tell him he's crazy
For gambling with his life

He sticks to his guns
He take the road as it comes
It takes the shine off his shoes

He's says it's a shame
You know it may be a game
But I won't play to lose

He sticks to his guns
He take the road as it comes
It takes the shine off his shoes

He's too fast to stop
He take it over the top
He make a line in the news

Well there's a Peter Pan moon shepard's delight
I got to drag in at noon and won the fight
I want my reward in heaven tonight
Just like you promised

Angel of Mercy you'll come to no harm
Angel of Mercy there's no need for alarm
The knight in his armor wants a night in your arms
You know he's honest

Angel of Mercy angel delight
Give me my reward in heaven tonight
And if I give up my sword won't you give me the right sweet angel

Well now it's too late for talking we can talk later on
Let the saxophone play us until the chorus of dawn
All I need is a little oblivion
You don't need protection

Here comes the moonlight down on your bed
Angel of mercy let your heart rule your head
I don't want your money I want you instead
Don't need rejection

Angel of Mercy angel delight
Give me my reward in heaven tonight
And if I give up my sword won't you give me the right
Angel of Mercy give me heaven tonight

Well if you cross your heart and spit
And swear upon the grave of your mother
You got to get in the hit
Tell me that I'm your all night lover

Angel of Mercy angel delight
Give me my reward in heaven tonight
And if I give up my sword won't you give me the right
Angel of Mercy give me heaven tonight

Angel of Mercy angel delight
Give me my reward in heaven tonight
And if I give up my sword won't you give me the right
Angel of Mercy give me heaven tonight

Belladonna's on the high street
Her breasts upon the offbeat
And the stalls are just the side shows
Victoriana's old clothes
Yeah she got the skirt so tight now
She wanna travel light now
She wanna tear up all her roots now
She got the turn-up on the boots now
She thinks she's tough
She ain't no English rose
But the blind singer
He's seen enough and he knows
He do a song about a long gone Irish girl
But I got one for you my Portobello Belle

She sees a man upon his back there
Escaping from a sack there
And Belladonna lingers
Her gloves they got no fingers
Blind man he's singing the Irish
He gets his money in a tin dish
Just a corner serenader
Once upon a time he could have made her
She thinks she's tough
She ain't no English rose
But the blind singer
He's seen enough and he knows
He do a song about a long gone Irish girl
But I got one for you my Portobello Belle

Yes and these barrow boys are hawking
And a parakeet is squawking
Upon a truck a paper rhino
She get the crying of a wino
And then she get the reggae rumble
Belladonna's in the jungle
But she ain't no garden flower
There ain't no distress in the tower
Belladonna walks
Belladonna taking control
She don't care about your window box
Or your button hole
She sing a song about a long gone Irish girl
But I got one for you my Portobello Belle

They wanna get a statement for Jesus sake
It's like talking to the wall
He's incommunicado no comment to make
He's saying nothing at all

But in the communique you know he's gonna come clean
Think what he say, say what he mean
Maybe on Monday he got something to say
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Maybe he could talk about the tricks of the trade
Maybe he could talk about himself
Maybe he could talk about the money that he made
Maybe he'd be saying something else

But in the communique you know he's gonna come clean
Think what he say, say what he mean
Maybe on Monday he got something to say
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And now the rumors are flying
Speculation rising
Say that he's been trying someone else's wife
Somebody at the airport
Somebody on the phone
Says he's at the station and he's coming on the noon
Then we get the story a serious breeze
And a photograph taken in the hall
You don't have to worry with the previous release
Right now, he's saying nothing at all
But in the communique you know he's gonna come clean
Think what he say, say what he mean
Maybe on Monday he got something to say
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Communique
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