Don't Give up the Ship - Kappa gamma, Apathy

Underwater where the bodies are hidden

I’m living in deep inside a sunken ship where skeletons drifting

Amongst blood hungry mermaids who feast on sailors

And impale them with harpoons stolen from whalers

I’m the Kraken attacking I’m dragging you deep in the ocean

Where the oxygen exits your lungs and your eyes are exploding

Whales exhale songs of old

Where the lost pirate gold that an old pirate holds

In his cold dead hands or so I’ve been told

Still searches for his ship that his shipmates stole, whoa

Land ho!

rum barrels and hoes

Crows picking eyeballs from the skeleton bones

Trunks full of pieces of eight, beaches in sight

Outlaw types like Edward Teach teaches to fight

Hijack Boston yachts, lick off some shots

And let their bodies sink down to the lobster pots

I got Sperry’s on, captain on the decks why we carry on

Out on Block Island till the very last ferry’s gone

With the whole picture etched in scrimshaw

Pieces of a ripped up map fit like jigsaws

Drunken scallywags singing Apathy’s joint

Ship docks and find a wife out at apogee point

Subterranean, sonar blips songs from whales

A gun bottle of rum and mug full of ale

In the early morning sunlight rays of the dawn

Set sale on the sea, anchors up and I’m gone

Skulls on the flag, blood on my map

With a yo ho ho and a ho on my lap

Like, HEY YO OHHH OHHH

HEY YO OH OH

Like HEY YO HO HO

HEY OH OHHHH OHHHH

I make waves move like a full moon

I make the ocean rock, call me Neptune

I scale sand dunes on a pale beach

Watch the birds flock where the whales breach

I take money, bury money on deserted islands

I’m perverted smiling as Circe and the Sirens

I was raised in a village full of violence

Where old blind men sing for shillings with their violins

I’m Leviathan, the ocean that you lying in

My posse stay pirating the waters y’all are piloting

Old ghost tales, ships without a crew

The Flying Dutchmen will scare the shit out of you

I’ll throw you off my schooner without your scuba suit

My ship will loop the loop and find another sloop to loop

Cannons loaded to shoot crew full of criminals

Stranded on an island of savages doing rituals

Skulls full of soup, human heads get shrunk

You can’t pay off a cannibal with gold in a trunk

Dead men tell no tales, you all get hushed

No parrot on my shoulder cause they talk too much

From a tavern to a cavern where doubloons are kept

I got a very detailed map that shows each step

Which I keep around my neck hidden in a medallion

Where I write a whole album on a Spanish Galleon

In the early morning sunlight rays of the dawn

Set sale on the sea, anchors up and I’m gone

Skulls on the flag, blood on my map

With a yo ho ho and a ho on my lap

Like, HEY YO OHHH OHHH

HEY YO OH OH

Like HEY YO HO HO

HEY OH OHHHH OHHHH