40 Years -- Then Death

All that's good, all that's right
Everything hot, and all that's tight
Women, men, pubescent girls
Never again to finger their curls on their head so exquisite
Never again to visit the palace, the palace of love

[chorus:]
Forty years of livin' then death, that's all that's left
Forty years then death, forty years that's all that's left
Forty years of livin' then death, that's all that's left
Forty years then death, forty years that's all that's left

The work is just beginning as my hair begins thinning
Pleasure is passed and all that's dear, as friend and foe alike disappear
Never again to visit the palace, the palace of love

(chorus)

Perfume, the smell of perfume is forgotten, and the shape of her room
and the sheets on her bed disappear forever from my head
No more the sudden thrill
As you dip into the swill
Never again to visit the palace, the palace of love

(chorus x2)

Power {?}
after he drank some {?}
But he was afraid that he missed(?)
And now he blames(?) the {pinnies/kiddies?}


Jan 1986
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It has more meaning after news like this (well, the chorus, anyway) ..... BBC NEWS | Science/Nature | Arctic sea ice 'faces rapid melt'