The Mad Sailor

If this is the end, then what was it all worth?

Don't bother to ask, there's no price on this earth

'Cause life's still a mystery

You can't cost-benefit-analyse it

And the hereafter's all in our minds

Though we try to disguise it

Still it shall be exciting to see the end of the show

Abra-macabra, baby, here we go!

"The Meaning of Life", well I don't really care

Though this could be the last time we come up for air

And maybe there's really no reason to stay

Still I'll play you a shanty to brighten your day

Quiet! When they pull the plug on this world all

mechanic

A dreamgig to play on the deck of this last Titanic

I will dance on the gunwale, as the ship's going down

I will write no solemn epitaphs

For a world that's gone insane

When there is no tomorrow, even then will I know

That as long as the minstrels are playing

All is not in vain

Maybe the meaning was lost on the way

Maybe we've anchored at the last bay

But I will not lose spirit, though it may not be sound

So crack open the barrels if we're really going down

Riot!

When the lights go out, law and order vanished

They'll beg to be steered free

By the mad sailor that they banished

I will dance on the gunwale, as the ship's going down

I will write no solemn epitaphs

For a world that's gone insane

When there is no tomorrow, even then will I know

That as long as the minstrels are playing

All is not in vain

I will welcome the Gods in their chariots of war

Stand up as they fire the first round

I'll have peace of mind, when the new day will find

Your carts and castles only dust on the ground

And I'd be as dead as the rest and it would not mean a

thing

Misanthropoetica! Allow me this last fling

Liar! Did they cry, freak, absurd and manic

But when this ship turns upside down these rats will

panic

The weight of the world proved much too tough

Just dragging myself along was more than enough

But remember my words like marks from a whip

This old salt will go down with his ship

I will dance on the gunwale, as the ship's going down

I will write no solemn epitaphs

For a world that's gone insane

I will dance on the gunwale, as the ship's going down

I will write no solemn epitaphs

For a world that's gone insane

When there is no tomorrow, even then will I know

That as long as the minstrels are playing

All is not in vain