Waterhole Lyrics - Fish

When the taxis gather in mock Solemnity 

Funeral hearses court the death of virginity 

Was it paradise lost or paradise found? 

Did we gain respect or were we holding ground? 

You had found true love, or so you believed 

And the wide boys tattooed your hearts upon their sleeves 

So when you think it's time to go 

When you think it's time to go 

Don't be surprised, the heroes never show 

And the patter merchants selling false impressions 

Tipping eyes at the waitress with American expressions 

Tie angels to the bar with sweet Martini's and their charms 

They're lying on every word and every arm 

They're turning down their noses to the best lines 

And the cheap wines 

And the wide boys 

They wear their love bites for their crimes