Armada

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