"He calls me Charlie Mason

A stargazer am I

It seems that I was born

To chart the evening sky

They'd cut me out for baking bread

But I had other dreams instead

This baker's boy from the west country

Would join the Royal Society

We are sailing to Philadelphia

A world away from the coaly Tyne

Sailing to Philadelphia

To draw the line

The Mason-Dixon Line

Now you're a good surveyor, Dixon

But I swear you'll make me mad

The West will kill us both

You gullible Geordie lad

You talk of liberty

How can America be free

A Geordie and a baker's boy

In the forests of the Iroquois

Now hold your head up, Mason

See America lies there

The morning tide has raised

The capes of Delaware

Come up and feel the sun

A new morning has begun

Another day will make it clear

Why your stars should guide us here"

Was Mark fucking Knopfler comped?

Is there nothing sacred in this world, shit

Money for Nothing

"See the little faggot with the earring and the make up

Yeah buddy that's his own hair

That little faggot got his own jet airplane

That little faggot he's a millionaire"

The things that start to stand out…