There was blood on the hands of a hungry sailor
There was smoke on the tide and men on the sands
No fortune for those who dared to survive
Savages, nobles and convicts all land
The jetty is getting shorter but no one seems to care
And the birds gone quiet at Malcom's point
The waters getting darker with the bodies gone missing
And the ghosts of swimmers on the groyne
Everything you love you lose
It was all yellow and blue
Now it's all just avenues
There's lonely stumps in the sand where the seagulls cry
Down that Glanville Railway line
As the world war clock strikes 6 on the dot
Won't you take me back to 1849
Everything you love you lose
It was all yellow and blue
Now it's all just avenues
Everything you love you lose
It was all yellow and blue
Now it's all avenues
Everything you love you lose
It was all yellow and blue
Now it's all just avenues
That which works is never used
And life seems better than the news
In five thousand nineteen