Ship Of Fools Lyrics - John Cale

The Ship of Fools is coming in 

Take me off I've got to eat 

Same old stories same old thing 

Letting out and pulling in 

Mister, there's a caravan parked out back 

Restless hoping for a Christian rider 

The black book, a grappling hook 

A hangman's noose on a burnt out tree 

Guess we must be getting close to Tombstone 

The last time we had eaten 

Was when the flies were going for free 

You could count the hardships by the open doors 

But sandwiched in between 

Were the fishermen who still 

Wished they could sail from Tenessee to Arizona 

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So hold on, won't be long 

The call is on the line 

Hold on, Sister's gone 

South to give the sign 

We picked up Dracula in Memphis 

It was just about the break of day 

And then hastily prayed for out souls to be saved 

There was something in the air that made us kind of weary 

By the time we got to Swansea it was getting dark 

Tumble, jungles, bugles and the prize 

The tides turned west at Amerforth 

As if they didn't know what to do 

But Garnant stood its ground and asked for more 

All the people seemed quite glad to see us 

Shaking hands and smiling like the clock 

Well we gave them all the message then 

That the Ship of Fools was in 

Make sure they get home for Christmas 

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So hold on, won't be long 

The call is on the line 

So hold on, Sister's gone 

South to give the sign