There were bugs in the whiskey
But he didn't care
His lover just left him
She left him to stare
At the wall in the bedroom
Where he spent the night
The setting he'd see when he replayed the fight
In his head in the morning
and every day after
the sound of the screaming and sharp callous laughter
There was blood in the water
One unfriendly drop
But once you star bleeding it's so hard to stop
The ships hull was shattered the life boat is bust
It's all so expected
Expected to rust
You're all on your own now
So swim to survive
Get to the shore where at least you're alive
But know when you get there
For better or not
That you'll sure be shore covered
When all goes to rot
There were bones in the graveyard
That's where they go
A ***** closed curtain for the end of the show
But that's for the lucky with money and love
Some get no protection below from above
They're cleaned up all lovely
And sparkling white
by the bugs
Who come crawling the very first night
These were thoughts in his head
As it spun round and round
The ships and the water
The blood and the ground
Then his mind snaps on back to the room and the wall
The glory of man and his heart wrenching fall
Then back to the bugs and their hunger and thirst
So he drank down the whiskey
So he'd get to them first.
Sep 19, 2017
Sep 19, 2017 at 10:35 PM UTC
There were bugs in the whiskey
But he didn't care
His lover just left him
She left him to stare
At the wall in the bedroom
Where he spent the night
The setting he'd see when he replayed the fight
In his head in the morning
and every day after
the sound of the screaming and sharp callous laughter
There was blood in the water
One unfriendly drop
But once you star bleeding it's so hard to stop
The ships hull was shattered the life boat is bust
It's all so expected
Expected to rust
You're all on your own now
So swim to survive
Get to the shore where at least you're alive
But know when you get there
For better or not
That you'll sure be shore covered
When all goes to rot
There were bones in the graveyard
That's where they go
A ***** closed curtain for the end of the show
But that's for the lucky with money and love
Some get no protection below from above
They're cleaned up all lovely
And sparkling white
by the bugs
Who come crawling the very first night
These were thoughts in his head
As it spun round and round
The ships and the water
The blood and the ground
Then his mind snaps on back to the room and the wall
The glory of man and his heart wrenching fall
Then back to the bugs and their hunger and thirst
So he drank down the whiskey
So he'd get to them first.
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