One two three four several men have fallen into the trap
And with broken bones are unable to run
And you could be the next lad to surrender all your freedom
And get shackled to a battleship if you don't watch your tongue
When the cook is lazy you'll stand in line for hours
You'll turn into a savage for a bucket full of beans
And when your gut is finally stuffed you'll slip off into slumber
But wake to spend the morning with your head in the latrine
The filthiest you've seen
The next night you'll remember to forget about the beans
And the pork the little fella never did nothing to you
Just avoid him and you'll feel fuller still
The captain he eats everything to keep his gullet filled
And we take nothing because we ain't got the teeth for with to chew
At least we got our fingers so keep peeling those potatoes
We'll soak them in the morning and we'll boil 'em until noon
We'll fill up on the starch and then set out to do the dishes
We'll scrub into the night under the sulking of the moon
While Guarded by a goon
Who'll cup you with his might clout if you neglect a spoon
Someone will spill their blood into yours just to feel annointed
You'll dream about home at night but then wake up and be disappointed
You'll be used as a sacrifice to fulfill their ill expectations
Or you could take my advice and enjoy the whole situation
In elation like I've said before
One two three four five six several men have fallen into the trap
And with open jaws are puzzled and bewitched
The first peak over the cliff revealed the stormy sea as violent as the night
And there amongst the bastards and the blokes and the bitches for to come
They'll be awaiting for a lick upon the lips
We'll sail 'em to the edge out where the river goes chaotic
And let the scaley siren tie them up into a spell
By the time they come unravelled they'll all be long forgotten
They'll come knocking on the doors of all the homes they used to live in
And the battleship they came from will be anchored in the harbour
Then set out for the dawn
They'd gladly take the sea over the solid ground they're on
One two three four several men have fallen into the trap
And with broken bones are unable to run
And you could be the next lad to surrender all your freedom
And get shackled to a battleship if you don't watch your tongue
When the cook is lazy you'll stand in line for hours
You'll turn into a savage for a bucket full of beans
And when your gut is finally stuffed you'll slip off into slumber
But wake to spend the morning with your head in the latrine
The filthiest you've seen
The next night you'll remember to forget about the beans
And the pork the little fella never did nothing to you
Just avoid him and you'll feel fuller still
The captain he eats everything to keep his gullet filled
And we take nothing because we ain't got the teeth for with to chew
At least we got our fingers so keep peeling those potatoes
We'll soak them in the morning and we'll boil 'em until noon
We'll fill up on the starch and then set out to do the dishes
We'll scrub into the night under the sulking of the moon
While Guarded by a goon
Who'll cup you with his might clout if you neglect a spoon
Someone will spill their blood into yours just to feel annointed
You'll dream about home at night but then wake up and be disappointed
You'll be used as a sacrifice to fulfill their ill expectations
Or you could take my advice and enjoy the whole situation
In elation like I've said before
One two three four five six several men have fallen into the trap
And with open jaws are puzzled and bewitched
The first peak over the cliff revealed the stormy sea as violent as the night
And there amongst the bastards and the blokes and the bitches for to come
They'll be awaiting for a lick upon the lips
We'll sail 'em to the edge out where the river goes chaotic
And let the scaley siren tie them up into a spell
By the time they come unravelled they'll all be long forgotten
They'll come knocking on the doors of all the homes they used to live in
And the battleship they came from will be anchored in the harbour
Then set out for the dawn
They'd gladly take the sea over the solid ground they're on
One two three four several men have fallen into the trap
And with broken bones are unable to run
And you could be the next lad to surrender all your freedom
And get shackled to a battleship if you don't watch your tongue
When the cook is lazy you'll stand in line for hours
You'll turn into a savage for a bucket full of beans
And when your gut is finally stuffed you'll slip off into slumber
But wake to spend the morning with your head in the latrine
The filthiest you've seen
The next night you'll remember to forget about the beans
And the pork the little fella never did nothing to you
Just avoid him and you'll feel fuller still
The captain he eats everything to keep his gullet filled
And we take nothing because we ain't got the teeth for with to chew
At least we got our fingers so keep peeling those potatoes
We'll soak them in the morning and we'll boil 'em until noon
We'll fill up on the starch and then set out to do the dishes
We'll scrub into the night under the sulking of the moon
While Guarded by a goon
Who'll cup you with his might clout if you neglect a spoon
Someone will spill their blood into yours just to feel annointed
You'll dream about home at night but then wake up and be disappointed
You'll be used as a sacrifice to fulfill their ill expectations
Or you could take my advice and enjoy the whole situation
In elation like I've said before
One two three four five six several men have fallen into the trap
And with open jaws are puzzled and bewitched
The first peak over the cliff revealed the stormy sea as violent as the night
And there amongst the bastards and the blokes and the bitches for to come
They'll be awaiting for a lick upon the lips
We'll sail 'em to the edge out where the river goes chaotic
And let the scaley siren tie them up into a spell
By the time they come unravelled they'll all be long forgotten
They'll come knocking on the doors of all the homes they used to live in
And the battleship they came from will be anchored in the harbour
Then set out for the dawn
They'd gladly take the sea over the solid ground they're on