• This ship of pills and needed things,
    Sailing from shore to shore,
    Enstills fear in the hearts of men
    Not ever felt before.

    From bow to stern, it's bloodstains pool.
    It's empty cages rattle.
    The prisoners tear one another's flesh
    And speak stupid, mindless prattle.

    "Too many poisons and not enough cyanide!"
    The haggard old captain did yell.
    "Ye cannot stop till their heart be at rest,
    And their flesh begin to swell!"

    The workers were retched and rotted,
    Their flesh fell away from the bone.
    And at the crewmen's feeding time,
    you hear the prisoners moan.

    This ship of pills and needed things,
    Sailing from shore to shore,
    Enstills fear in the hearts of men
    Who walk this earth no more.