Liner, it was a fantasy sea cruise

It was a bet destined to lose

Across the waves, what was he thinking?

Sea shore, he had a wet foot in the sand

He was holding U.N. plans,

Across the waves. what was he thinking?

All aboard before the storm

They've never seer a place like this before

Island in a forgotten latitude

And with colonial attitude

They took the chance for repossession

Grey skies there were no palm trees in the wind

And when a saint starts hiding sins

It's all aboard whilst peace is sinking

All aboard before the storm

Crossing swords before the dawn

Seen before, back in an infant's dream

Like a rubber duck, floating in the bath

So I sailed away on their time, Liner!

Taking young lives in their prime, Liner!

Harbour, I saw a flag waving goodbye

I saw a soldier's baby cry

What's it all for, that's what I'm thinking

Inside, I must he lacking true insight

Because I always sleep at night

Across the waves whilst men are . . .

All aboard before the storm

Crossing swords before the dawn

Seen before back in an infant's dream

Like a rubber duck, floating in the bath

So I sailed away on their time, Liner!

Taking young lives in their prime, Liner!

Liner! To a distant shore

All Aboard before the storm