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I was running interference I was coping with demand And the litany of facts had me weeping on my back As they all gathered in the yard It got the better of me That lyrical disdain All the roses and the brass And the discussions of the past All that confusion in the rain Thirty Seven Fishes in the snotgreen sea Thirty Seven sugars in the old man's tea All the doves are here And cooing love's sweet song Keep it all on lockdown till the doves have gone .And god forbid that they should love me And keep me company at night God knows we all need a friend And it's as easy in the end Just to erase or overwrite Then a troubled intervention By the broken, busted moon But the smoulder in the wires And the various small fires Said it would all be over soon Thirty Seven shovels gonna bury me Thirty Seven windows where the doors should be Everybody and his dog knows what went wrong Count to Thirty Seven it will not take long Thirty Seven fishes in the snotgreen sea Thirty Seven sugars in the old man's tea All the doves are here And cooing love's sweet song Keep it all on lockdown till the doves have gone It's a clumsy entertainment All the hawks have got the floor And the major takeaway From that hideous display We're not eager to explore One bloody thing after another It's numerical and clear It's just points upon a line Which will disappear in time: Nothing you can engineer Thirty Seven sherberts and the band played on Thirty Seven doves are cooing Love's Sweet Song Count to Thirty Seven as the wheels scrape round Count to Thirty Seven and we all fall down Thirty Seven fishes in the snotgreen sea Thirty Seven windows where the doors should be Thirty Seven's hard enough to contemplate Don't know anyone who got to Thirty Eight...