Dont listen to the captain
He just shifts the skylines
Of the pretty ship drifting
To the tampered with compass

Dont listen to the starboard
THey're too busy singing
THat they're all a crowd of wankers
On the portside

Dont heed the portside
THey shout from the crow's nest
They're made out of liars
And the power of persuasion

All the old sorrows
Hooked up in the hold
Cured in the water
THat's rotting the floors

I saw the water in the bowels
THining rhyme and reason down
I climbed up into the clamour
Cause I couldn't keep it out

We threw headstones in ahead of us
To make room for the war
Stopped to watch them splash
Before they sank to solid ground

The ground was pulling away
THe floorboards drifting off to sea
I didn't know which side to pick
THe rules were thin
And the blood was thick