Early in the morning Where there used to be a slough There's a tiny business lake Don't let the cattails fool you Down in the bottom Where nothin' is born Sleeps a silver dollar With your face thereon I wish I could trace the frowning compass Of your mouth Drop a mercury dime down a roman drain And summon mars Last lion of Albion They'll use you for centuries to come They'll steal your patents for the sun And you'll feel extinction When you see your face on their money Late in the heavens That are already bought Sleeps a red planet In the galaxy of a lion's thoughts On the surface every tendon And intended machine Is gonna buckle, knuckle, kneel On a carpet of lion's tongues I wish i could stand in the spray At the cliff of your sleek revenge Oceans of naked, serrated marble Crushing in Last lion of Albion They'll use you for centuries to come Your wound is the main road into London You'll feel extinction When you see your face on their money Last lion of Albion The last she-wolf to mother Rome The last virgin to wash ashore You'll feel extinction. Last lion of Albion The last of the mohican's gone The last cedars of Lebanon You'll feel extinction Last lion of Albion Last tiger of Tasmania The last she-wolf to suckle Rome When you see your face on their money