Farewell Angelina

Farewell Angelina, the bells of the crown
Have been stolen by bandits, I must follow the sound.
The triangle tinkles and the trumpets play slow,
Farewell Angelina, the sky is on fire, and I must go.

There's no need for anger, there's no need for blame.
There's nothing to prove, everything's still the same.
Just a table, standing empty, by the edge of the sea.
Means farewell Angelina, the sky is trembling, and I must leave.

The Jacks and the Queens have forsaked the courtyard.
Fifty-two gypsies now file passed the guard.
In the space where the deuce and the ace once ran wild.
Farewell Angelina, the sky is fading, I'll see you in a while.

See the cross eyed pirates sitting perched in the sun.
Shooting tin cans with a sawn off shot gun.
And the neighbours they clap and they cheer with each blast.
Farewell Angelina, the sky's changing colours, and I must leave fast.

King Kong little elves on the rooftop they dance.
Valentino types tango, while the make-up man's hands
Shut the eyes of the dead, not to embarrass anyone.
Farewell Angelina, the sky is embarrassed, and I must be gone.

The machine guns are roaring and the puppets heave rocks.
The fiends nail time bombs to the hands of the clocks.
Call me any name you like, I will never deny it.
Farewell Angelina, the sky is erupting, I must go where it's quiet.