Luke Haines, Cathal Coughlan & Andrew Meuller
Ayatollah Cornelius
Over the rooftops of the Poor Clares' ConventNear Ladbroke Grove, a pit of fiery tormentAn airship ascendsAt the helm, dressed in brocade and ski shadesOur born aristo gives a jovial wave"See you after the final phases"His silver craft evades the blazesHe steers, perched on a bulging steamer trunkStraight in front of you, love and shelterNo-one to threaten or judgeOne more mile downhillIt's afternoon, the time has come to wake upMotel curtain sticks to broken bottleWaves break belowThe majordomo pulls himself togetherHe may have guests to greet - well, almost neverDoor bursts open, here's CorneliusTehran chic - turban, robe and t-shirt"The keys to the Great Hall, man, if you please"Days of wandering, years of failureThey could all be redeemedSongtexteOne more mile downhillNone will question you, none will argueYou'll be whoever you sayJust one more mile downhillWhat's the time? There is no timeWhat's the time? There is no timeThe dreadful facts must be recordedOut of reach of fire and flood, go forward:Lemmy, Stacia, Dave The Badger,their torsos exchanged due to chemical factorsWhat's the time? There is no timeWhat's the time? There is no time
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