all hands upon the deck, we're ridin' on a wreck don't believe a word about the weather ain't no sight of land & no one's in command so brothers grow some gills, the water's here raise the banner high, up to the crimson sky it'll only reach the sea a little slower the moon will see the last of the mighty wooden mast as it rides the belly down into the sea
& THE SKY HAS TURNED THE COLOR OP THE COLOR OF THE BLOOD WITH THE MORNING BARELY BROKE ABOVE THE SEA & THE NIGHT HAS BEEN THE COLOR OP THE COMING OP THE FLOOD WHICH IS PILLING UP THE BELLY UNDER YOU & UNDER ME
the captain is blind, he doesn't know the time he probably doesn't know the ship is sinking the rats are 1st to go. they sneak into the flow & drown if they can't swim back to the shore & you my dearest mate, just finish up your plate they've already distributed the poison, for the rats who choose to stay won't live to see the day they'll ride the belly down into the sea
& THE SKY HAS TURNED THE COLOR OP THE COLOR OF THE BLOOD WITH THE MORNING BARELY BROKE ABOVE THE SEA & THE NIGHT HAS BEEN THE COLOR OP THE COMING OP THE FLOOD WHICH IS PILLING UP THE BELLY UNDER YOU & UNDER ME
so finish up the rum yes drink until it's done the barrels only float when they are empty cast away your greed but take what you may need a blade to cut the muscle from the bone the preacher hell stay, he'll bow his head & pray we all should beg of heaven now for mercy but nobody will hear it's someone else who steers this rotten belly down into the sea
& THE SKY HAS TURNED THE COLOR OP THE COLOR OF THE BLOOD WITH THE MORNING BARELY BROKE ABOVE THE SEA & THE NIGHT HAS BEEN THE COLOR OP THE COMING OP THE FLOOD WHICH IS PILLING UP THE BELLY UNDER YOU & UNDER ME