VERSE 1
Oh my son,  do you see?
An unusually clever stag eyes the cigars
Don’t let the philosopher smile
Or insist on a buttonhole
Why bother with those trousers?
Tolerate the stares my friend, 
You will be cross-examined 
In the back seat of fact

CHORUS
You flew too low,
Painted your gonads green,
Hit Riddick Bowe,
Did you make your point to the Queen?

Don’t let the leopard see you limping
Don’t let the leopard see you limping

VERSE 2
Hear the run of the mill hiss
The position of a single word, 
You can’t afford to be caught crying
Or wearing The hand me down crown
Of  demi-gods and doctors
You’re walking to a sensitive spot 
To the day we reluctantly part
Like a blank Sylvia Plath on a bad hair day

CHORUS

VERSE 3
Don’t walk away from the earthly cage 
Clustered in sleeping bag
Like pupa on a luminous ladder 
(science sparks it’s flint at me) 
We will drive to the barricade 
In a car that is powered by vice
I could name a thought, but not a thoughts mould
I am drunker than a magnifying eye

CHORUS

The Dolphins of Death