Cohen Leonard Sing Another Song Boys Lyrics

Sing Another Song Boys Lyrics

(Let's sing another song, boys, this one has grown old and bitter.)

Ah
his fingernails, I see they're broken,
his ships they're all on fire.
The
moneylender's lovely little daughter
ah, she's eaten, she's eaten with
desire.
She spies him through the glasses
from the pawnshops of her
wicked father.
She hails him with a microphone
that some poor singer,
just like me, had to leave her.
She tempts him with a clarinet,
she waves
a Nazi dagger.
She finds him lying in a heap;
she wants to be his
woman.
He says, "Yes, I might go to sleep
but kindly leave, leave the
future,
leave it open."

He stands where it is steep,
oh I guess he
thinks that he's the very first one,
his hand upon his leather belt
now
like it was the wheel of some big ocean liner.
And she will learn to
touch herself so well
as all the sails burn down like paper.
And he has
lit the chain
of his famous cigarillo.
Ah, they'll never, they'll never
ever reach the moon,
at least not the one that we're after;
it's floating
broken on the open sea, look out there, my friends,
and it carries no
survivors.
But lets leave these lovers wondering
why they cannot have
each other,
and let's sing another song, boys,
this one has grown old and
bitter.