Ya prick ya said the Captain. Not often there's water involved here. Ya fool ya, set the cat on ya. Not ought to be the better here. Over and over and down in the dirt. The drink trick-pulls at you, sings songs to the hurt. The cousins, the juniors all left in the lurch. They're plied with sweets and fanny tangles and the day off from church.
Go off roared the Captain you fucker you filth. You'll piss in the ruins of all that we built. I cannot get over the cheek of you, ingrates and punks. Party to influence, to tablets and skunk.
I once was a different man said the Captain but you won't listen.
