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Galleons always made it, the patch on an island boy
Nothing much like submarines, more Jacobean style
A better shot than Harcourt, lost gloves from a zeppelin
A sabre cut in this cuirass at a loss to any avenue
And Marlborough looked it up, he took it from the hill
It's better for an island boy, more Jacobean style
We knew about the harbour forts, the navy guards the coast
What could we say to the boy who knew he always had to stay
Castles full of April fools just waiting to explode
Prisoners inside of trees, the trapped boys from the ship
Matching for a mantelpiece, the type you've seen as styled
Another glass of samples is the one no one avoids
All you know
You've stolen from the missionaries
All you know
You've bought from other cavalries, not mine
Galleries inside of towns that never reach the walls
Passing out the riches with a bag of battered gold
It's all hot on a passenger for others who don't know
Another shot of samples is the one no one avoids
All you know
You've stolen from the missionaries
All you know
You've bought from other cavalries, not mine
Written by: Nikki Sudden
