crown of the valley
Singer:jets to brazil
we are the high street service trays coming to take you away
with speed on your breakfast plate
aunt cancer calls them happy pills
they keep her calm and cool until he leaves
the moccasin skin obsession leather thigh white tennis skirt so high
the eyes of nine are new and kind when the hair's not gray
and grandfather's an ascot noose
can't tie the tassels on his shoes
stop tearing off the roof
of my experimental bathroom
it's the only thing that's halfway mine
and not for your prying or lying eyes
these are the red-eyed politics
the cocktail revisionists
hear men sing the boy in them
the hedge casts heroes late across the lawn
and the valley hunt militia men all gone
thought we had the lock in '54
now the maid owns the house next door
swims in the pool she used to clean
our new king looks like a queen
the empire's melting like ice cream
this skin we've stretched for centuries