Don't take me there tonight To the sheperd's isle They say there's people walking in towelling dressing gowns Awaiting trial
I don't want to go I don't need to know I don't want to go, a-ha...
The hounds hunt in fives Gnashing teeth will eat you alive So board this boat with me Why so shaky, can't you see?
Chorus
Come all ye faithful Tractor salesmen from hell And when we're walking walking We know we don't walk too well I feel like crumbling buildings With dust on the windowsills It's such a mindless island I feel like paying boredom bills This boredom really kills
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