Murderer's come dressed as suicides

They drag the donkey's that carry the shit

Wondering where all of that hope went

I'm telling you now this it

Everybody knows you sell mouthwash

As liquid gold always rusts

The roller blade girls concrete the beaches

The coffee cups crumble to dust



On the Titanic, groovy, the lifeboats blow in the wind.



Listening to your Northern Soul records

You're pumped up with The Stax and the Blues

I can't help it if I was born stupid

I'm thinking about buying some shoes

Saxophones wait in the echo

I'm a good looking 19 year old girl

Hanging in the light like a Gecko

Inviting all men into my world



On the Titanic, groovy, the lifeboats blow in the wind.