the boys for whom i ralliednthe joy in which i dalliednleave me wishing port were staboardnovertired and galliednsoaking wet down from my wristsnovertired and galliednnmouth port is no place for sailorsnnwhilst i should find this ironicni find it sadnat least there is no time to wastenin a city with no fun to be hadnnwe're in the same boat of the south seani already know thatnwe're in the same boat of the south seanbut i don't want to here itnwhen you're fucking mennpencil boys harbour erotic doubtni harboured love before you folded outnsailors bridesmaids use machine gunsni harboured love before you folded outnnwe're in the same boat of the south seani already know thatnwe're in the same boat of the south seanbut i don't want to hear itnwhen you're fucking mennat least there is no time to wastenin a city with no fun to be hadn