L’école est finie ?

The guests are stood in silence

They stare and drink their wine

On the wall the canvas hangs

Frozen there in time

They marvel at the beauty

The horror and despair

At the wake of the medusa

No one shed a tear

Sit my friends and listen

Put your glasses down

Sit my friends and listen

To the voices of the drowned

In the moonlight’s ghostly glow

I waken in a dream

Once more upon that raft I stand

Upon a raging sea

In my ears the moans and screams

Of the dying ring

Somewhere in the darkness

The siren softly sings

Out there in the waves she stands

And smiling there she calls

As the lightning cracks the sky

The wind begins to howl

The architects of our doom

Around their tables sit

And in their thrones of power

Condemn those they’ve cast adrift

Echoes down the city street

Their harpies laughter rings

Waiting for the curtain call

Oblivious in the wings

The casket is empty

Abandon ye all hope

They ran off with the money

And left us with the rope

The Pogues – The Wake Of The Medusa, 1990