Napoleans Nose by Joshua Burnside Lyrics

Through the skiff
I can see

Napoleons nose
And the yellow giants

The high-rises
With their flags all flapping

And a big white house
Sitting quiet and empty
The fear of the other
Still more than a-plenty
The embers of hate are blown
Against gently
In the hearth of the Lord in the morning

Through the skiff
I can see

The radio towers
On top of Black Mountain