Your boat is called Apocalypse Dip a sail Those who regulate the head Bite their tail, bite their tail Maps are lost in hurricane of regress Your clothes are frazzled, still you navigate With having your crew oppressed
Pour some wine into your throat Stuff your guts a little more While your avarice accumulates The poor multiply hundredfold [Verse 2] Your ship is called Capitalism Anchor down It runs for dear life on the wind of corruption Defective compass serves to your purpose But soon as sweat of sailors dries You’ll hit the bottom and go ashore
Pour some wine into your throat Stuff your guts a little more While your avarice accumulates The poor multiply hundredfold
Make these oars never row Dip a sail Strike the masts, end the boat To the sand Make these oars never row Dip a sail Strike the masts, end the boat To the sandTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
