There's a hole in my boat
I'm gonna drown there's no doubt
And if I ever get to meet your god
I'll tell ya now we'll fall out
And I look down and see a lot of kings
Oh mighty beast you were my muse
And the oceans is no pauper grave
And Allen Ginsberg singing Father Death Blues
I've seen it
I've seen it
Your respect for the dead
And I've seen it
I've seen it
Your respect for the dead
And I don't want to be saved
I'm not lost I'm just alone
Herman Melville I'm coming to find ya
And I call for the writers come carry me home
And Hemingway's got to catch me a big fish
Sartre philosophy scribbled on the ships map
And the sperm whale clicks hells other people
And I gasp my last breath and nod to that
And I've seen it
I've seen it
Your respect for the dead
And I've seen it
I've seen it
Your respect for the dead
And oh it's growing dark now
Ocean feed me your fine etiquette
And the water flows away my manuscript
And extinguishes my last cigarette
And I've seen it
I've seen it
Your respect for the dead
And I've seen it
I've seen it
Your respect for the dead