Macarthy's in our country sending home the spies They're beating up a prisoner in the midst of his surprise Up there in the docklands they're fighting for their rights Homes fit for heroes, deposits not returned The grocer at the rudder has closed shop for today On this sinking ship from which Michael fled away Over on the port side they settle down to pray Homes fit for heroes, deposits not returned Who is the man who is sincere? And can't have love for him called queer? If I found a lady in the night Would we talk about the festival of light? You ask me what I'm doing, I just picked out my nose My lady's in the kitchen not wearing any clothes I'm tired and I'm crazy and I just came from the road – thinking Homes fit for heroes, deposits not returned