i packed my bags, i would need them where we're goin drinks on her tab, and the indie rock was flowin she was crazy, violently entreating me i gave her the slip and she went wandering the ship
i came aboard, for a weekend of despair i got my sea legs, and realized i didn't care i’m makin' my way through a corridor of horror by the bulkhead, playin' lawyer in the corner
oh poor bethany you left me on this great big sea my darling sweet bethany can you hear me cant help myself on this cruise and we're all gonna lose im a dope but i really hope your album goes ok