S.O.B.

Out in the vacant open ocean
Miles from hint of land
A sign out of the water
Reading “Bite the Hand”
Waves breaking all against
My proud ship’s ancient hull
Whom she carries ye may bury
But ye can’t control

Heave,-ho! Heave-ho!
Bring the sails in tight and low
Row! Row! Row! Row!
Drag it like an undertow!
Fight against the whirlpool
And fight against the rocks!
And in the night-time, mind the stars
With moonshine and a dog

And my ship… eight sails shining

Hang out from the starboard side
And shout a healthy tune
Darling tanker, for an anchor
We’ve an iron spoon
Fever dreams and Mr. Garlick’s
Homemade remedies
Your meal’s a peel of lemon
And a wedge of cheese

The moon was full the night we stormed
The crooked factory
I stole the blue stone whilst my shipmates
Set the chain gang free
And as we set the place ablaze
Whatever did we say?
Heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh

And my ship… the black freighter

Climb the mast! (Press the ink!)
Sew the flag! (Brew da drink!)
Wash the dish! (Forge the steel!)
Catch the fish! (Turn the wheel!)
Knead the dough! (Mix the paste!)
Feed the crow! (Save the waste!)
Dig the sand! (Share the wealth!)
Bite the hand! (Feed yourself!)

Raising hell on saffron trails
To cities of the plague
Now’s the time to use that beak
And smash out of the egg, ‘cause
This boat don’t carry no rats of weasels!
This boat don’t give no ride for free!

And my ship… that mean sumbitch