Momus - Crusoe lyrics
[Momus - Crusoe lyrics]
If you can come at all, boys
Then come to Scatterseed
Come to rack and ruin
You'll be very glad you did
Surrounded by the girls, boys
Dressed in sun and slap
Giving you their love, boys, and
Giving you the clap, hey
Well never speak of empire, boys
Or opportunity
If you come to rack and ruin then
You come to run to seed
Decay is half the point when
You're greedy for the sun
A little of what you fancy in
The face of what's to come, hey
Cos here we ache like Gregory Corso
Make love like Enrico Caruso
Walk like Leonardo, croak like Valentino
Spook like Robinson Crusoe
Our virtue always was really
Something of a farce
A turgid public show to keep
The neighbours in the dark
If your unfulfilled ambition is to
Be an old disgrace
A blackguard and scoundrel with a
Gargoyle for a face
You'll fit right in round here, boys
Where everybody acts
As if the future were a fiction and
The past were just a fact, hey
And here we ache like Gregory Corso
Make love like Enrico Caruso
Walk like Leonardo, croak like Valentino
And spook around like Robinson Crusoe, hey
And so to bed on the Isle of Scatterseed
Why should being a pig be for everyone but me
My human days are gone, boys
I'm beastly after all
And so I shall arise, boys
And so I shall a-fall, hey
Then come to Scatterseed
Come to rack and ruin
You'll be very glad you did
Surrounded by the girls, boys
Dressed in sun and slap
Giving you their love, boys, and
Giving you the clap, hey
Well never speak of empire, boys
Or opportunity
If you come to rack and ruin then
You come to run to seed
Decay is half the point when
You're greedy for the sun
A little of what you fancy in
The face of what's to come, hey
Cos here we ache like Gregory Corso
Make love like Enrico Caruso
Walk like Leonardo, croak like Valentino
Spook like Robinson Crusoe
Our virtue always was really
Something of a farce
A turgid public show to keep
The neighbours in the dark
If your unfulfilled ambition is to
Be an old disgrace
A blackguard and scoundrel with a
Gargoyle for a face
You'll fit right in round here, boys
Where everybody acts
As if the future were a fiction and
The past were just a fact, hey
And here we ache like Gregory Corso
Make love like Enrico Caruso
Walk like Leonardo, croak like Valentino
And spook around like Robinson Crusoe, hey
And so to bed on the Isle of Scatterseed
Why should being a pig be for everyone but me
My human days are gone, boys
I'm beastly after all
And so I shall arise, boys
And so I shall a-fall, hey