mother whale eyeless þarký sözü

i can think of nowhere
i would rather be
reading morning papers
drinking morning tea.
she clutches the tray
and then we talk just like a kitchen sink play
nothing ventured nothing gained
living so close to danger
even your friends are strangers
don´t count upon their company.
places for the fingers
places for the nails
hidden in the kitchen
right behind the scales.
what do i care
i´m wasting fingers like i have them to spare
plugging holes in the zuider zee
punishing paul for peter
don´t ever trust those meters
what you believe is what you see.
in my town, there is a raincoat under a tree
in the sky there is a cloud containing the sea
in the sea there is a whale without any eyes
in the whale is a man without his raincoat.
in another country
with another name
maybe things are different
maybe they´re the same.
back on the train
the seven soldiers read the papers again
but the news it doesn´t change
swinging about through the creepers
parachutes caught on steeples
heroes are born
but heroes die.
just a few days
a little practice and some holiday pay
we´re all sure
you´ll make the grade
mother of god if you care
we´re on a train to nowhere
please put a cross upon our eyes
take me i´m nearly ready you can take me
to the raincoat in the sky
take me my little pastry mother take me
there´s a pie shop in the sky.