Ship Of Fools - Fragments

This is ship of fools

The ship of fools is coming in
Take me off, I've got to eat
Same old stories, same old thing
Letting out and pulling in

Mister, there's a caravan parked out back
Restless, hoping for a Christian rider
The black book, a grappling hook
A hangman's noose on a burnt out tree
I guess we must be getting close to Tombstone

So hold on, won't be long
The call is on the line
Hold on, sister's gone
South to give the sign

By the time we got to Swansea, it was getting dark
Mumbles, jungles, bugles, and the prize
The tides turned west at Ammanford
As if they didn't know what to do
But Garnant stood its ground and asked for more

The last time we had eaten
Was when the flies were going for free
You could count the hardships by the open doors
But sandwiched in between
Were the fishermen who still
Wished they could sail from Tennessee to Arizona

So hold on, it won't be long
The call is on the line
Hold on, sister's gone
South to give the sign

We picked up Dracula in Memphis
Just about the break of day
And then hastily prayed for our souls to be saved
There was something in the air that made us kind of weary

So hold on, it won't be long
The call is on the line
Hold on, sister's gone
South to give the sign