And I-I won't be stupid
State the obvious-pleasant platitudes
Bad policies-mega magnitude
Magnificent
And I-would not be surprises
If next door's roses died
And I-would not be overcome with grief
When, in the shadow's cast
The trees lose all their leaves
Two cheeks to the wind-three sheets to set sail
Bow in the storm-we'll die in the water
My armada-three sheets to set sail
Bow in the storm-we'll die in the water
Armada
And a head of wax-should not walk in the sun
Pride goes before the fall-let's make feathers fly
Two cheeks to the wind-three sheets to set sail
Bow in the storm-we'll die on the water
My armada-led to the slaughter
My armada-nothing but murder
To conquer and blunder
Led to the slaughter
Nothing but murder
My armada
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