Gorillaz - The Book of Murdoc lyrics

The last anyone heard of Mudoc Niccals
He was living on Plastic Beach
An island in the South Pacific
Formed entirely from rubbish

All was well
Until the day Murdoc's tropical ghetto
Was raided by pirates
(Not the eye patch king - those modern
Day ones with machine guns and
No sense of flair) murdoc decided that
Evacuation was the bravest option
And fled heroically in a
Rusty brown submarine

With only a crate of Psycho Jerry's Rum
For sustenance and Cyborg Noodle for company
Murdoc navigated his way through
The slimy Octopuses Garden cyborg Noodle
Proved the perfect shipmate
For Murdoc: she didn't speak
She didn't judge
And she had absolutely no sense of smell

Finally, when the booze ran out, Murdoc made
To the surface and popped the hatch
Releasing the rum-soaked air of
The submersible like a
Kraken's guff as he emptied his dangerously
Enlarged bladder, a giant shadow
Loomed over him two
If you count the ever-present memory
Of his disappointed father but
The other shadow
Was a ship: the Battleship Ringo
Owned by music industry giant EMI

Before it was chopped up and
Sold like a prize pig
EMI had sent a fleet of ships to search
The globe for Murdoc at last
They had him the
Gorillaz star was captured, slapped
About a bit
And taken to a secret prison on London

'Dungeon Abbey', beneath Abbey Road Studios
Was built to detain the label's ABCs
(Artists in Breach of Contract)
For three years it
Served as Murdoc's home, until one day
He was offered a deal by Entertainment
Internal Affairs like an unloved
Goldfish, the music industry was in
Dire need of Murdoc's
Legendary song-writing prowess in exchange
For his release
(and a carton of Lucky Lungs cigarettes)
Murdoc agreed to write a new
Gorillaz album and moved
Immediately to a new studio
Home in West London