Aurelio Voltaire - To The Bottom of The Sea lyrics
[Aurelio Voltaire - To The Bottom of The Sea lyrics]
Well our Chinese cook
He grabbed all he could took
He said "No storm is stoppin' me!"
He made fricassee of a sea anemone
Down at the bottom of the sea
I turned to my first officer and i said
"What have you got to say to me?"
He turned his head and said
"I'm in over my head"
Down at the bottom of the sea
A she-Kraken, lurking under my men
Looked up their legs hungrily
She counted 8 so she thought she found a mate
Down at the bottom of the sea
They kicked and they fought
But it was all for naught
Cause she just wouldn't set 'em free
She had them taut in a tight sailor's knot
Down at the bottom of the sea
Some men call to God when their number's up
Some cry for their moms
I just lament all these
Barrels of wasted rum!
Seaman Shaft, we all knew he was daft
His story don't end happily
He drifted by with a fish-gig in his eye
Down at the bottom of the sea
Down at the bottom was treasure galore
But guarding it so greedily
Was an angry hoard of skeletons with swords
Down at the bottom of the sea (For the Horde)
Some men call to God when their number's up
Some cry for their moms
I just lament all these
Barrels of wasted rum!
Down to the bottom of the
We're at the bottom of the
Stuck at the bottom of the
Deep, dark, crazy-assed fish-dwellin'
Between the Devil and the deep blue sea!
He grabbed all he could took
He said "No storm is stoppin' me!"
He made fricassee of a sea anemone
Down at the bottom of the sea
I turned to my first officer and i said
"What have you got to say to me?"
He turned his head and said
"I'm in over my head"
Down at the bottom of the sea
A she-Kraken, lurking under my men
Looked up their legs hungrily
She counted 8 so she thought she found a mate
Down at the bottom of the sea
They kicked and they fought
But it was all for naught
Cause she just wouldn't set 'em free
She had them taut in a tight sailor's knot
Down at the bottom of the sea
Some men call to God when their number's up
Some cry for their moms
I just lament all these
Barrels of wasted rum!
Seaman Shaft, we all knew he was daft
His story don't end happily
He drifted by with a fish-gig in his eye
Down at the bottom of the sea
Down at the bottom was treasure galore
But guarding it so greedily
Was an angry hoard of skeletons with swords
Down at the bottom of the sea (For the Horde)
Some men call to God when their number's up
Some cry for their moms
I just lament all these
Barrels of wasted rum!
Down to the bottom of the
We're at the bottom of the
Stuck at the bottom of the
Deep, dark, crazy-assed fish-dwellin'
Between the Devil and the deep blue sea!