Every deck is soaked, every hatch is fucked
No radio contact, and if you hail our ship your call won’t come back
Your best bet is to cling to the rail, motherfucker
It’s just one of those gales
Every deck is soaked, every hatch is fucked
No radio contact, and if you hail our ship your call won’t come back
Your best bet is to cling to the rail, motherfucker
It’s just one of those gales
I crashed
into
a brick wall
and then a boxing glove
on a spring
punched me
in the balls
I crashed
into
a brick wall
and then a boxing glove
on a spring
punched me
in the balls