Touching The Forelock

The sea is wide the sea is deep
Just claim check height and still eclipse
There ain’t no mountain high enough
To save up
But while this hall of pierce extreme
We built up fleets of submarines
For V.I.P's and Kings and Queens
Like wake to us
The royal babies, cats and thief
Ten stone they call him thief
I don’t care why I’m fuss to sleep
But dangerous
Up hear the air it’s getting thin
but they live on thins of caviar
And we five piece they crave us
A silent goes for great divide
The rich down here
The rest of high
At least there’s no one left here to enslave us
A silent goes for great divide
The rich down here
The rest of high
At least there’s no one left here to enslave us