The hull is full of skeletons but I cannot prove a thing,
so instead I'll heave around the lines and softly start to sing.
Perhaps they'll send me to the brig
or have me dance a gallows jig.
but either way, I'm here to stay
until my body fades away.
So fellow sailors start to chant, I want t hear your voices.
They mean more to me than you will ever know.
I'll be gone for a while but I'll be back...
Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 12:45 AM UTC
The hull is full of skeletons but I cannot prove a thing,
so instead I'll heave around the lines and softly start to sing.
Perhaps they'll send me to the brig
or have me dance a gallows jig.
but either way, I'm here to stay
until my body fades away.
So fellow sailors start to chant, I want t hear your voices.
They mean more to me than you will ever know.
I'll be gone for a while but I'll be back...
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