Royal Swan - Phoxjaw

Sun show us the way

We’ve started to stray

We put on our shades

To block the shining and great golden swan

I can see palaces burning

To block the shining and great golden swan

The statues of gargoyles are crippled and dripping

To block the shining and great golden swan

Icarus sky beak glowing

To block the shining and great golden swan

I can see palaces burning

To block the shining and great golden swan

Golden wings fly over

Stretched upon the rack he’s tall as trees in robes of black

Golden wings fly over

To block the shining and great golden swan

I can see palaces burning

To block the shining and great golden swan

The statues of gargoyles are crippled and dripping

To block the shining and great golden swan

Icarus sky beak glowing

To block the shining and great golden swan

I can see palaces burning

To block the shining and great golden swan

So where can I be proud?

For the pilots who died in plummeting hurricanes

And where can I be proud?

For England’s spinning a frenzy and it’s falling out with its mates

And nobody wants a pharmacy car boot sale

Where they’re grinding down narwhal tusks into magic dust

Puncture my ribcage and place that horn upon a horse and call it a unicorn

Hear the beheaded

Their blue lips are singing

Their blue lips sing

So spit your currency

Your mouth’s full of crowns, copper forged, corrupted pounds

So where can I be proud?

When the sirens were loud they rang like tinnitus

A vague hum beneath the screech of her beak

As she crashed through the streets

With arrowheads poked through her spine

Pluck the feathers, grab the wine

Tonight the poor people dine

You’ve already won your royal swan