Snake-eyed ivories lock eyes with men
Who piss themselves in glee
Creatures of want, victims of sloth, creatures of envy
These men aren't sick, they're tuckered out
From dancing, drinking, fucking, feasting with the Gods
Ah-ha ha ha ha!
The gnome understands, boy
Leave shame at the door
Heirlooms borrowed and stolen
A fair game in here, son
Lords and peons from every port
Dock in my harbour of chance
Offering what they can
Howling at a paper moon
Port town
Toiled brine
The night breaks so quick
Leaving fragments of your heart
As urchins and spines
Urchins and spines know my name
My face is known in most reverent terms
To moguls, priests, vagrants, the hungry and well-fed
And even the policeman knows my name
Mum I'm never coming home
I'm gonna stay with that gnome
Men here have
Turned themselves to
Laurel trees
Hiding from their life
Hiding from shame
Stalked by their debts
Hunted by regrets
As their roots lap up the fun
I pick their fruit
I mill their wood
I eat their seeds
And they come to as a stump
The gnome understands, boy
You see neighbours swallowed whole
By my carpeted floors, my colourful games, my opulent fitments
Tell me are you still entranced
By the gleaming fox's promise
The deadbeat dreaming out loud
Port town
Toiled brine
The night breaks so quick
Leaving fragments of your heart
As urchins and spines
Urchins and spines know my name
My face is known in most reverent terms
To moguls, priests, vagrants, the hungry and well-fed
And even the policeman knows my name
Mum, I'm never coming home
I'm gonna stay with that gnome!
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