Testo di 'Death Of The Inferno' di The Bad Thing

Well my lover she has kisses of brine
To me it taste just like wine
On land there's a rope, awaiting my throat
And a box that's made out of pine

We were murderers, pirates and thieves
We did things that you wouldn't believe
Under the stars, with shirts made of scars
And no mothers or lovers to grieve

And the wind it whistles and raves
Yes the water will soon be our grave
But the hull was split wide
As the Inferno died
And slipped between the waves

And I'm sailing on an ocean of blood
And my canteen is all filled with mud
And I'm chained to the hull
And I'm out of my skull
And I'm waiting for the bildges to flood

And the jailer will never catch me
'Cause the ocean, she's cut me free
Well we're all quite at home
With our piano of bone
Waltzing beneath the sea

Oh boys, here's one for the ladies back home
Tell them we'll no longer roam

And yes boys, let's take our poor souls down below
At least we won't do it alone

And oh boys, here's one for the ladies back home
Tell them we'll no longer roam

And yes boys, let's take our poor souls down below
At least we won't do it alone

Oh boys, here's one for the ladies back home
Tell them we'll no longer roam

And yes boys, let's take our poor souls down below
At least we won't do it alone

And oh boys, here's one for the ladies back home
Tell them we'll no longer roam

And yes boys, let's take our poor souls down below
At least we won't do it alone

Your boys have finally come home