and great bloody hunks fell off from me
and great big hunks fell into the sea
my timber is going
i can hardly sail
o longer the boat
i'm out of jail
there's hardly anything left of me
o longer the boat
i'm only the sea
and look
my virtue's being swept away
look
my virtue's being swept away
it's a big bloody piece
just out of reach
vulture's pick it apart on the beach
the last part of me
is swallowed up whole
o longer the fruit
i'm only the bowl
i hold it all
i hold & hold
i have no use for pirate's gold
i hold it all
i hope and hold
i have no use for jeweler's gold
i once had hands to wring with sorrow / joy
till all my virtue had been sold
wrung out till there was nothing left
the sea rushed in
and i was told
it ate my final piece today
my virtue's gone
hooray hooray