Leonard Cohen Leonard Cohen - Sing Another Song, Boys Lyrics

Ah his fingernails, I see theyre broken,
His ships theyre all on fire.
The moneylenders lovely little daughter
Ah, shes eaten, shes eaten with desire.
She spies him through the glasses
From the p___shops 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 n___ dagger.
She finds him lying in a heap;
She wants to be his woman.
He says, yes, I 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 hes 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, theyll never, theyll never ever reach the moon,
At least not the one that were after;
Its 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 lets sing another song, boys,
This one has grown old and bitter.

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