Testo di Red Fire Coming Out From His Gills

King of all lice Of wood ship building Believing that his sink is clean But Mr Sun's too high up in sky And the sea's far too big for drowning Erecting fin time Cut through the ocean waves One million miles an hour Faster than a torpedo Morbid seas The morbid breeds Untidy seas Meanwhile on the wrong side of fences All killing and dashing of brains Next to normal life with games and companions Shouting too loud for him to sing Are all his blackbirds Inside the steely metal gut of famous Action Fish cutting the waves Firing hot red fire from his gills The more we steals The more we feels