You can't see the demons
Till the [bad word] calling for you
You're deaf to them screaming
Till they're standing right behind you
Blind to flames glowing
Till thy're growing all around you
Numb to fangs gripping
Until they're ripping into you

You're miles from safe [bad word]  [bad word]  [bad word] away
The fire has reached starboard
 [bad word] 
On the Queen Anne's Revenge
Skull and bones and a serpent's head
Are dancing with the madmen
On the Queen Anne's Revenge
Have a gargle with your demons and me

Walked the plank of SS Seasick
Survived to only continue the curse
Marooned on a small sandy island
With neither bird, beast nor herb [bad word] started beating
None there but the sun and the flu
An the horns of the demon
No time to decide what to do

You have to do things your own [bad word]  [bad word]  [bad word] away
You'll have to find out the hard way
 [bad word] 
 [bad word] started beating
None there but the sun and the flu
You can't see the demons
Until the [bad word] calling for you
 [bad word]