Secrets Of The Blythe Star Lyrics

Stranded at the ass end of the world

Circling the gates of hell

Ten then nine, eight then seven

The flesh of men or the gates of heaven

It's a bit like chicken and a little like pork

Don't need a knife, don't need a fork

It's a bit like pork and a little like chicken

Silence is the first rule of prison

I don't want to talk, I don't want to explain

I don't want to have to think about it again

We did what they'd want us to

What the hell do you think you would do?

It's a bit like chicken and a little like pork

Do you want to hang or do you want to walk?

It's a bit like pork and a little like chicken

Respect their honour and honour their decision

The cook and the boatswain they survived

But the officers and engineers didn't make it out alive

What's the point of feeding sharks

When the rest of the men dehydrate and starve?

It's a bit like chicken and a little like pork

The harder you listen, the softer they talk

It's a bit like pork and a little like chicken

The softer they talk, the harder you listen

It's something you never want to understand

When you're faced with death at sea or death on the land

They held a memorial and called off the search

Stranded at the ass end of the earth

It's a bit like chicken and a little like pork

If you don't want to hang then you don't want to talk

It's a bit like pork and a little like chicken

Time runs out but the clock keeps ticking

Fifty long years tick, tick, tick, ticking