Back of the Boat

Empty minds on sand-filled beaches
Bathing silently in the sun
When covered in a plastic suit
You can’t hear anyone

Official taster’s dead by dawn
Too slow to save the king
The poison merely robs his mind
And makes him look serene

Pre-emptive strikes with nuclear bombs
An insane chorus-line
Now everything’s turned upside down
By hoping that he lies

Drag races going down the street
Machine and metal run
Without the human element
The crashes aren’t much fun

Antidotes for legal drugs
So you won’t overdose
The same they drip you at the end
After giving them your most

Tokyo Olympics on their way
Fly in friends and family too
They’ll be running people with two heads
Using your genetic stew

I’m not so sure there’s any way
To keep this ship afloat
But when the iceberg hits the bow
I’m moving to the back of the boat