"Titanic" as written by Mark Jeremy Seymour, Barry John Joseph Palmer, Douglas James Falconer, Michael Bernard Waters, John Albert Howard, John Melville Lee Archer, Robert David Miles and Jeremy Stuart Smith....
We're cutting it fine
We're cutting it clean
the green green grass
we're living the dream
bringing the bacon
home to be cooked

We're getting ahead
We're getting hooked
on the hot north wind
you can feel the fire
on the naked heart
her lost desire

The freaks in control
are closing in,
the clamor of bedlam
is wearing thin

And the great divide
between right and wrong,
the cry of madness
is growing strong.
Across your face
the knowledge moves,
and in your heart
the silence proves

And as you wander
in search of me,
yeah you will forget
what used to be.
I will be living
on borrowed time,
as we cross over
the forbidden line
that once was written
on desert sand

We could not see
we could not understand
all the houses
on every street
where lived the millions
we will not meet

And as we stumble
from day to day
searching for glory
on feet of clay
as we go over
the final hill
for one more conquest
one more thrill

you know the story
you know the drill

And the haunted village
will stand alone
when the dust is settled
on your ancient bones
they will be clean
picked by the crows
your carrion dream
as the ice cap flows

And the great Titanic
she sails at dawn
we will be honoured
we will be born
we're heading homeward
we're heaven-bound
we're sinking slowly
no sight or sound

And the great Titanic
she sails at dawn
we will be honoured
we will be born
we're heading homeward
we're heaven-bound
we're sinking slowly
no sight or sound



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