Slave-chained, half-naked, along for the ride.
Catching flies with my eyes shut, my mouth's open wide.
But I curse as the bugs bite, I spit with the tide -
like to fly to the next world - it's just out of sight.
I'm sick of the same scene, I'm tired of this road.
Howling oaths at the [bad word] sea that creeps 'round my toes
and I'm thinking of you, my regret overflows;
but sleep softly my dear one cos you'll never know.
I swear by the rings round the admiral's eyes
this albatross stings like a sword in my side.
And this boat's going to sink and we're all gonna die...
But sleep softly my dear one, I'll keep it inside.