The Imperial

[Verse 1]

The Good, the Bad and the Queen, all on the pendolino

In consequence hung over, clean air and new roads

Clairvoyant Monopolies, for starlings peerless

The Last Wolf on the North Shore as the boarding city grows

[Verse 2]

A million ways back to the sea, but all been closed tonight

From sand, to slates, to skies, goodbye on shallow tide

Enjoy the Shore. White Knuckle Rides in a frack-free Lancashire

Resting hard for the Summer Season, disappearing in

[Verse 3]

They were walking on the promenade, risky to say the least

'Cause the water's running grimy here and the sparrows on day release

Drinking in The Imperial with statesmen on the floor

No sandcastles here in high tide, just hangman on the wall-

[Verse 4]

Oh, Praise the Early Ravers, up there on the moors

The acid that they gave us, we fell down on all fours

To follow the bellwether into the factories

Back to the spin. England, its blessing and it's tears

All sail!