Bristol Museum

In the wake of the motorboat, sunlight did dance
A believable tango on the roadway to France
To the strains of the orchestra's Latin "Te Deum"
Out of the windows of the Bristol Museum
Out of the windows of the Bristol Museum

The handles that power the stately machines
Are held by the killers who sweep the latrines
The virus is laughing, as obviously
The brushes are hung from the Bristol Musee
The brushes are hung from the Bristol Musee

The rows of medallions that hang on the chest
Of the hair-covered General now jingle to rest
His jeep and his driver the law contravene
As they park 'neath the shadows of the Bristol Museen
As they park 'neath the shadows of the Bristol Museen

Bristol was quiet in enemy hands
A Bavarian accent intoning commands
Gave few crumbs of comfort as voices cried "Schnell!"
And the bolts on the scaffolding parted and fell
And the scaffolding fell from the Bristol Musell

The motorboat complement never got through
The radio reported them long overdue
Then the strains of an orchestra played a "Te Deum"
From a concert recorded at the Bristol Museum
From a concert recorded at the Bristol Museum