Big Ship Lyrics

Pretty teeth scrapy clean

With a wind-up machine

I'm feeling very striking

It's taken to my liking



It's a fine man who cups his breath

With a will to please



Wipey hand across the blazer



No-one here makes a sound

Standing up or sitting down

We grin like alligators

Assist with apparatus



Theres a strange feeling in my mind

And the room's too warm

And lit with MacDonalds lighting



And the tool the tool forever

Falling down planes against the grain

Of the wood for the box for my soul

And my aching heart



The tool forever falling down planes again and

The tool forever falling down planes again and



All of the noise takes me to the ouside where theres

all

Creations joining in celebrating happiness and joy

All around the world on land and in the sea



All of the noise takes me to the ouside where theres

all

Creations joining in celebrating happiness and joy

All around the world on land and in the sea



In the sea!