yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
and all that's old has turned to scum
for this world has begun to burn.
two girls lost on a dead man's chest
doing what they like to best;
pecking at unknown alphabets,
alphabets that lead to gold
across seas made up of stars,
dreams glittering under dead me's bones.
ten filthy girls on a dead man's chest
doing what they like to best,
girls who spit right up your ass,
girls who'll take all that you own,
knife you in your turned-up breats
all that you own will turn to scum
and the world begin to burn.
the amount of silver's hair is so great -it'd be
silver if she ever washed it - that's she
stortes all her possessions there. Rats crawl out of
these hairs.
rats come out from broken eggs
eating all the nights and days,
then crawl inside our unwashed hairs,
drinking down the fluids there