i drink up
i drink up
rich cambodia, sailors warning
facedown on the pillow
sweet dreams of a soft night in jail
climbing higher on razor wire
your eyes are tired
you think you're just down on your luck
i did the poison
the weather was rough like the sea
and we poisoned the stone
the trance is calling
the boys
we can catch our tail
oh they boarding it makes me horny
a fist full of tears
and i'll scream when my ship has comes in
your ship has come in
your ship has come in
and tip the bottle of unfernal things
i dont have to die to see the light
my luck is changing i feel the raging
i'll dip in your hand
and i'll scream when my ship has come in