I was bad, if I remember it, would ill beget, deserved what i would get. Slab-shod, from bridge dropped by bent cop and raving quean. I'm submarine, picked clean, barnacled bones and suit of algae. Like I said, i'm better dead. My maritime dream's to be redeemed. Strange seas speak through me, taunting. "Drift." If fishlips would chew at my stone shoes, let me loose, adrift. Wash me away.
Lyrics submitted by Greeny341