Came down on a Monday
Somewhere in the midlands
Tasted man and tasted flea
Couldn't tell the difference
Asked around on Tuesday
Got nothing from a tree
The guide had said what talks is red
That's all there is to see...
Looked around on Wednesday
Took in all the sights
The promised land they'd left to man
Been ruined overnight
Peering through the portholes
Teardrops in their eyes
The ship they took one last look
At Thursday setting sunrise
Who wants the world
Who wants the world
Who wants the world
Not me
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