My flat’s a dockyard
My flat’s a dockyard
And I hear that sound
Of somebody around
The restless legs
Searching for anchorage
Whoever it is it’s driving me mad
And I know for sure
Anyone in my place
Would feel the same Am I to blame
Blue drilling machines
Their noise in my veins
Causing high pressure / acoustic aggressors
My flat’s a dockyard
Somebody’s riveting
But I know for sure
Should ever you need
A helping hand / as quick as I can
I would come around
Would be bound to see
Bells and whistles / latest of toys, senses
swim and swoon
But if any time soon
Should I need help / you won’t let me down
with your clomping feet
on my ceiling the beat
Of your wrong trumpet play / I’ll lump it and say
My flat’s a dockyard
Afternoons being marred
I might go aloft
As you’re partying late, poly-
phasic sleep / too much on my plate
My flat’s a dockyard
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