My City

My city is a great ship
and the water is on fire

we’re in the know, oh so hip
it’s always been a funeral pyre

we go about our business
what else can you do

when every step you take
leads past a grave or two

we know where the bodies are buried
where coins dropped from their eyes

where impatient spirits are ferried
and heavy smoke muffles their cries

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