My Virtue’s Gone (Hooray Hooray)

And great, bloody hunks fell off of me
And great big chunks fell into the sea
My timber is going, I can hardly sail
No longer the boat, I’m out of jail

There’s hardly anything left of me
No longer the boat, I’m only the sea
And look!
My virtue’s being swept away
Look!
Look!
My virtue’s being swept away

It’s that big bloody piece, just out of reach
Vultures pick it apart on the beach
The last part of me is swallowed up whole
No longer the fruit, i’m only the bowl

I hold it all, I hold & hold
(I have no use for pirates’ gold)
I hold it all, I hold & hold
(I have no use for jewelers’ gold)
I once had hands to wring for joy / sorrow
(Though all my virtue has been sold)
Wrung out till there was everything / nothing left
(The sea poured in and I was told)
It ate my final piece today
My virtue’s gone
Hooray!
Hooray!