[Verse 1]
He dines on endangered animals in the Harbour Century
The Heroin King of the Harbour Century
He walks through the piazza, the children swarm
“Mister, mister” they squeal, my mother, she’s sick
He holds a small box, filled with bills
He fills their claws with crumpled tickets to temporary might
Agents of their half moon
One buys medicine
One buys blocks
One buys sticks
One buys flowers
The crown prince buys flowers
His field of flowers is bleeding
Thе executed’s chair is soft
Thе executor's chair is hard
I am the Heroin King of the piazza
I am the Heroin King of the harbour
The porcelain pillow, the reclining chair
The dirt floor, the executive suite
The farmers yurt
The fixers fortress of french provincial glass and steel
The window seat on the slowest train to purgatory
Standing room only
Nod off, smile, the clanging metal sounds
You are the opium serf of the hour
He is the Heroin King of the piazza
The cargo ship enters the harbour
In his spare time the captain paints vaginas
His boys can move girls
Furniture, white goods, chemicals
Homes for the transient
Transport homes for the transient
And then I found where the old pervert conducts his business
Leave it be, leave it be
Yellow teeth, yellow eyes, yellow bellies
All give way to a never ending white
You are the Heroin King of the piazza
You are the Heroin King of the harbour
You are the Heroin King of the piazza
You are the Heroin King of the harbour
[Bridge]
A Harbour Century
An Inlet Hour
Can’t light the fire
With wet sticks
[Verse 2]
A statue of a man eating dragon scares the children
A man can eat a dragon and his loins will scare the women
His car is an aquarium
Rotting sea creatures make their graves
Placed there by messengers
Angels and sirens
Very important people
VIP rooms smell of piss and potential
The ecstasy of chance flickers
Golden Dragon Lounge
The arousal of certainty flickers
Girls, girls, girls
It’s all there for you to take
Lose it all and win big
[Verse 3]
Incense fills the two dollar shop air
Fake flowers, fake guns and fake capital
Cash only
You’ll get caught on the mirror if you try anything stupid
[Verse 4]
A tigers nest, the secrets to wealth creation
How to dominate all power situations
With faith healing, rent seeking, lotus eating, enlightenment and new clothes
That’s a brave little militia killing not for honour
For chemicals and minerals
For something else
For something to do
For new robes
For priests and hierophants
To build towers somewhere
For the rent seekers to house the fortune tellers
For fortune tellers to remove the century long hex
Ruining the luck of gnomes
Who years ago learnt their wake
The secrets to wealth creation
The children bite the concrete
You bite the train wheel
Under the slowest train to purgatory
Running adjacent to the dirtiest river I’ve ever seen
It serves a purpose he thinks, unlike some
[Verse 5]
Multi levels, market gardens, rose gardens
Stench
Golden Dragon Temple
Sit still and try not to think about what you’re missing out on
The delights of the old country beckon
But there was no ice age here
So you are richer and your mouth is stuffed with lotuses
Once you would beheaded for that
The old scrub, remnants of a frontier makes way for the towers and another port
Where a brave militia should have killed
A degenerate or a legend that stalks in the remaining hill
He watches as she sleeps
In his spare time the captain paints vaginas
But the crown prince grows flowers
Return to the bar, return to the dock
[Spoken in the background of Verse 5]
(I love the city and I love the water and I love the bottom of the harbour where I live
I love the girls and I love the police and I love the inspectors inspecting stacks
I love the blue century restaurant with the backrooms and no cameras
I love the plots, I love the paranoia, I don't have any
I love the land
I love the mystery gardens where she grows the roses and buries the girls and plants the spawn
I love the liver, I love the cognac, I ordered maotai, abalone, sea cucumber, lamb, pigeon, snails, frogs, snow crab, mermaids, sirens, whores, men, dragons, gold, ground beef, and a city human to bow to my garden!)
[Verse 6]
I didn’t finish, I didn’t start!
Somewhere to put my star? A moon to pull her tide?
I love the lights, I love the city night, I love the century, I love the angel, I love the gold
I love the jade, I love the horses, I love the chance, I love the VIP
I love the watches telling the time for the women, I love the veneration, I love the beasts
Locked up behind friendly fences with cameras that follow everything anywhere
Auspicious signs are telling me it's all okay
Everything I’ve done has been right so far
Everything I’ve done has been right so far
Everything I’ve done has been right so far
Everything I’ve done has been right so far
Love, love, love
Love, love
[Verse 7]
And he knows you’re never going to amount to as much as a hole in the side of mountain
But at least you have an enchanting way of conducting business
Enchanting way
Enchanting way
An enchanting way of being thrown overboard with pockets filled with birds
An enchanting way of pleasing old men
An enchanting way of using being used
An enchanting way with eyes teeth and light
An enchanting way with power
An enchanting way with water
You are the Heroin King of the harbour
[Verse 8]
I made a snuff film at the beach
Everybody sat down to watch
It was a fake but to me it felt real
The people I killed weren’t real
They were just shadows of my wealth
Everyone left quickly, everyone left quickly
He stabbed himself in the stomach
His entrails fell to the floor for the inspectors to inspect
To prove he wasn’t on drugs
Where is the heroin?
Where is the food?
Where is the milk?
[Outro]
Where are the receipts for the half dozen machetes bought from flea markets
Silently run by the fruiterers
Silently run by the butchers
Silently run by farmers
Silently run by the blue century restaurant
Silently run by the clothes cleaners
Silently run by the rug importers
Silently run by the pomegranate orchard
Silently run by the rose garden
Silently run by the mortician
Silently run by the radio station
Silently run by the dancing dragon nightclub
Silently run by the sleeping dragon gentlemen's lounge
Silently run by the VIP
Silently run by the lucky gnome casino
Silently run by the fishermen
Silently run by the submarines
Silently run by the sea nemesis
Silently run by the fish
Silently run by the sleep
Silently run by the algae bloom
Silently run by the boilerman
Silently run by the fear
Silently run by the children
Silently run by the frogmen
Silently run by oxygen tanks
Silently run by the nursing home
Silently run by the blood
Silently run by the brothel
Silently run by the importer
Silently run by statues
Silently run by eunuchs
Silently run by the executive
Silently run by the manure experiment
Silently run by the liars
Silently run by the master mariner
Silently run by the fast cars
Silently run by fossils
Silently run by the eastern asteroid
Silently run by the road-pavers
Silently run by the used car salesman
Silently run by the new car salesman
Silently run by the mayor
Silently run by his uncle
Silently run by his whore of a wife
Silently run by desire
Silently run by that big fucking sign advertising used cars!
Silently run by the horse breeder
Silently run by the chief of police
Silently run by his mistress
Silently run by the pimp
Silently run by the hat shop
Silently run by the weightlifting champion of 1958!
Silently run by the scientists
Silently run by the wealth fund
Silently run by that other government
Silently run by the prince’s second cousin
Silently run by monks
Silently run by the military
Silently run by the tribe!
Silently run by the factory
Silently run by the mines
Silently run by the Heroin King
Loudly run by honour
Loudly run by pride
Loudly run by the 17 deadly sins
Loudly run by those fuckers pulling up at his house, sticking their nose in it, left with no choice but to pull a machete from the boot of his car
Decapitating the liar that was big game hunting with nothing but a stick plucked from a tree planted by spirits so weak they can’t even grow flowers and are stuck lying on his driveway
My clean drug-less guts splayed over his red and blue, yellow belly, headless body
