Liner, it was a fantasy sea cruise It was a bet destined to lose Across the waves, what was he thinking? Sea shore, he had a wet foot in the sand He was holding U.N. plans, Across the waves. what was he thinking? All aboard before the storm They've never seer a place like this before Island in a forgotten latitude And with colonial attitude They took the chance for repossession Grey skies there were no palm trees in the wind And when a saint starts hiding sins It's all aboard whilst peace is sinking All aboard before the storm Crossing swords before the dawn Seen before, back in an infant's dream Like a rubber duck, floating in the bath So I sailed away on their time, Liner! Taking young lives in their prime, Liner! Harbour, I saw a flag waving goodbye I saw a soldier's baby cry What's it all for, that's what I'm thinking Inside, I must he lacking true insight Because I always sleep at night Across the waves whilst men are . . . All aboard before the storm Crossing swords before the dawn Seen before back in an infant's dream Like a rubber duck, floating in the bath So I sailed away on their time, Liner! Taking young lives in their prime, Liner! Liner! To a distant shore All Aboard before the storm
