Cities And Plans

On an island now
And we're arranging the affairs, but they're all changing the heirs
One hole burned through the floor
Covered with lino cut, painted with your saintly gift
And lo, the gramophone is fine, and after thirteen cameo lines
Raff, racking up your kill, kill, killings
Sold our flocks, vested checks, praised the poor and lived for less

You've got a task, so speak it clearly and fear free
With that little historian mask
The settlements are not far now
In need of maps, saved a few, bend worn caps and compass cues
So now it's just interеst in tow, and it's on through the slough
It's crowded with bettеr days
Photographs, hieroglyphs, monoliths, unfettered praise

Flynn, your trade is aging on the Silk Road
Flynn, your trade is aging on the line
Flynn, your trade is aging on the Silk Road
Flynn, your trade is aging on the line
Over and over, the same route and time
With glory, god and gold in mind