Up Mercatoria Songtext
von Trevor Moss & Hannah-Lou

Mechanic on his haunches
Smokes a cigarette butt and waits
For work to come
There′s no tyres to change
Not a dent to be done
No stubborn old V8
Refusing to run

It's been a long day up Mercatoria

There′s a ragged fella
Fly fishing in the twilit pond
He's flicking his line
Between the ornamental lilies
An ornamental carp to find
His pallid complexion cries
It's long since supper time

It′s been a long day up Mercatoria


The gallery and the vanity
Boutique owners sit and watch
The passers by
Endlessly dressing their windows
For to catch a roving eye
Surrounded by treasures
As the coffers runneth dry

It′s been a long day up Mercatoria

In the once powerful hall
The once powerful do sit
All buckled and bowed
How the mightiest of ships
Can sink without a sound
The few sit and wonder
As the stew is passed around

It's been a long day up Mercatoria

And beyond the splendid arch
The boy saviour used to dwell
Oh, heaven how
Can such cruel fate be dealt
Yet his soul they not allow?
Oh, what would he say
If he could but see us now?


It′s been a long day up Mercatoria
It's been a long day up
It′s been a long day up
It's been a long day up Mercatoria