Sing Another Song, Boys Lyrics - Songs Of Love And Hate - Leonard Cohen

Let's sing another song, boys 

This one has grown old and bitter 

Ah, his fingernails, I see they're broken 

His ships, they're all on fire 

The moneylender's lovely little daughter 

Ah, she's eaten, she's eaten with desire 

She spies him through the glasses 

From the pawnshops of her wicked father 

She hails him with a microphone 

That some poor singer, just like me had to leave her 

She tempts him with a clarinet 

She waves a Nazi dagger 

She finds him lying in a heap 

She wants to be his woman 

He says, "Yes, I just might go to sleep 

But kindly leave, leave the future, leave it open" 

He stands where it is steep 

Oh, I guess he thinks that he's the very first one 

His hands upon his leather belt now 

Like it was the wheel of some big ocean liner 

And she will learn to touch herself so well 

As all the sails burn down like paper 

And he has lit the chain 

Of his famous cigarillo 

Ah, they'll never, they'll never ever reach the moon 

At least not the one that we're after 

It's floating, broken on the open sea, look out there, my friends 

And it carries no survivors 

But let's leave these lovers wondering 

Why they cannot have each other 

And let's sing another song, boys 

This one has grown old and bitter