To the Bottom of the Sea Songtext
von Aurelio Voltaire
To the Bottom of the Sea Songtext
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?"
Well, he turned and said, "I'm in over my head."
Down at the bottom of the sea
A She-Kraken, lurkin′ under my men
Looked up at their legs hungrily
She counted eight 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 taught 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 mums
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 fishgig 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 horde of skeletons with swords
Down at the bottom of the sea
Some men call to God
When their number's up
Some cry for their mums
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 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?"
Well, he turned and said, "I'm in over my head."
Down at the bottom of the sea
A She-Kraken, lurkin′ under my men
Looked up at their legs hungrily
She counted eight 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 taught 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 mums
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 fishgig 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 horde of skeletons with swords
Down at the bottom of the sea
Some men call to God
When their number's up
Some cry for their mums
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
Writer(s): Voltaire, Matthew Goeke, Morris Gregor Kitzis, Glenn Sorino Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com