I always loved cruel women

And you loved cruel men

So it didn’t seem like we were made for each other

In the days back then

Still everything seemed right according to its laws

Now I’m just another idiot

On a boat called sticky paws

I may be old, I may be cheap

But I still have steel-blue eyes

That feature has not always helped me

Under doomy skies

Bombs away

The happy ones

Peace on earth

And the doors

And every time I pass St Vincent

I can hear the sisters call

The flag I sail under must be blank

Until all empires fall

Won’t you visit me some time I think we should meet again

According to our laws on a boat called sticky paws

I may be old, I may be cheap

But I still have steel-blue eyes

That feature has not always helped me

Under doomy skies

Till misconception has proven wrong

My sweet and strange companion

Like any other unread book

I offer you your vengeance

Bombs away (peace on earth, and the doors)

Bombs away

Bombs away

The dear happy ones are near

Bombs away / bombs away / the happy ones / peace on earth / and the doors

Bombs away / the happy ones / peace on earth / and the doors

Bombs away

(my dear) the happy ones (are near)

Peace on earth (and on the moon)

And the doors (are closing soon)