The pirates and the western girls

Are stronger than you think

It rains on the Pacific,

But the wooden ships don't sink

It rains on the biosphere

With an eerie sound

Like the dead calling

Up from the ground



I cannot love you more

Said the doctor to the whore

I wanna be in the garden of love

Led by a lamb and a little white dove



I am an island

I do not like you at all

Swim in my fountain

Die by a deadly waterfall

And you are the universal hate within us all

Dressed in stolen clothes

I can still hear you call



I cannot love you more

Said the doctor to the whore

I wanna be in the garden of love

Led by a lamb and a little white dove

I know you can



But I don't think I can

Swim in your river

And sleep on your sand



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