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Leonard Cohen
"Sing Another Song, Boys" lyrics

Sing Another Song, Boys

Let's sing another song, boys
This one has grown old and bitter

Ah his fingernails
I see they're broken
His ships they're all on fire
The moneylender's lovely little daughter
Ah, she's eaten
She's eaten with desire

She spies him through the glasses
From the pawnshops of her wicked father
She hails him with a microphone
That some poor singer, just like me
Had to leave her

She tempts him with a clarinet
She waves a Nazi dagger
She finds him lying in a heap
She wants to be his woman
He says, "Yes, I just might go to sleep
But kindly leave, leave the future
Leave it open"

He stands where it is steep
Oh I guess he thinks
That he's the very first one
His hand upon his leather belt now
Like it was the wheel
Of some big ocean liner

And she will learn
To touch herself so well
As all the sails burn down like paper
And he has lit the chain
Of his famous cigarillo

Ah, they'll never
They'll never ever reach the moon
At least not the one that we're after
It's floating broken on the open sea
Look out there, my friends
And it carries no survivors

But lets leave these lovers wondering
Why they cannot have each other
And let's sing another song, boys
This one has grown old and bitter