Showing posts with label lots of listening to the nerve agents. Show all posts
Showing posts with label lots of listening to the nerve agents. Show all posts

Monday, May 25, 2009

COMING BACK ATCHA.

No, not really.

I don't know what I'm calling this one, at the moment. Maybe "The Ghost Ship Enters."

...

There's a ghost ship in your harbor!
There's a ghost ship in your harbor!

Black sails against a sky
Pluming red
A ghost ship enters your harbor!

Down
Down
Under the sea
Rise to the surface
Come to be
Do you see??
Do you see the ghost ship
Enters your harbor!!
There's a ghost ship
Entering your harbor!

I don't think it belongs-
I don't think it belongs here-
I don't think it belongs--OH GOD NO!

A massive hull
But only a shadow of that
Oh, it's bringing the sickness
It's bringing the disease
LOOK OUT!

There's a ghost ship
Entering your harbor
And its empty crew shall mimic
And cry
'A ghost ship enters your harbor!
There's a ghost ship
Comin' to your harbor!
Bringin' the death!
Bringin' the disease!'
A-HA HA!!

The ghost ship enters your harbor
This eve!

Down, down
Under the sea...