I'm on a line, what a thrill, what a fateWhat would it kill you to juggle a fateSo many days are just cast in the wayThe hook just a thorn in the tieThe blue is gone restless, the rum is numbThe wind is so still, a cadaverLong, the rank of a mutinySmells pretty good to meIt's a wonder it took so longCaptain's final runSeems like we're sinkingWe'll hold onWe'll hold onHigh, high as dogsIn the more than unspeakable painBut did we awakenDirection is homeOh, like an airThey're smiling, they're numbOur cannonball's uselessOur defense is toothlessSwallowed up by the unknownHey!Hey!The mountains confine meOh!Aww, oh, ohSeems like we're sinkingPretty prettyOh, oh, dark, darkDoctor isn't even hereOh, oh, ohے
