Frog Eyes Stockades Lyrics

Oh dear!
You are the water
And I lower myself, myself into your water
Like a mealy-mouthed calf that is suckered to the slaughter
Like a green serpent coiled upon the breast of your daughter
Oh did you ever think of the twice-cursed night?

Oh dear!
You are the water
And I lower myself, myself into your water
Like a mealy-mouthed calf that is suckered to the slaughter
Like a prescription prescribed by the doctor who lives within the palisades of rain

Oh I kiss you on the corner of your eye
Between the masthead horizon and the suicide sway of the rustling rye
Oh I kiss you in the corner when you're dry
Though the boats of Hong Kong do stockade London
Oh I kiss you in the corner when we're dry
Though Sharon you sing for your pardon
Did you ever sing on the twice-cursed night?
Did you ever suck on the teat of what was white?
Hold on and hold on and hold all along
To the bees and the breeze

Oh B Oh B Oh B
When you bottom the boats, the weeds deign to sigh

But the Admiral's "chicken," the General's "chicken"
How painful they rise