Tangled corpses on the strand Their blood swallowed between stones Let the oil soak out Looking north from the harbour The land feels like it's slipping away Grease in every cavity Plays tricks upon the sanity Lurching out Sicker and larger With a butcher's knife In the shoulder blade Clear to the hilt Oh, how the waves wail Telling their unpromising story Of sodden fog And fornication Cowardly, wasteful, pathetic, ungrateful Cynical, haphazard, neurotic, self-centred The poverty of thought The Atlantic ocean is not wet enough to pull this nail from my jaw I'm the most disgusting person alive, and I'm trying to apologise