Once there were these guys who thought they had a time with the wide-eyed guide, they needed a new ship
They built it wide with rotten wood outside, they built a death ship
Snapped on some hitch, a couple of skulls for kitsch
They all eventually died deep inside their death ship
Once there were these crimes, well not to naked eyes
Floating by photos snapped their treasons
Wearing high knits to hide compulsive fits, they battled the seasons
Winding up to old for their tales to be told, they built with their lives deep inside their death ship
Secret they tried to build their lives on a death ship
Secret they tried to build their lives on a death ship
Twenty years went by and the time had arrived for the young wide-eyed to look for an old ship
They searched and they tried to revive what had died in that death ship
Young enough for the old tales to be told they wanted to die like their heroes inside the death ship
Secret they tried to build their lives on a death ship
Secret they tried to build their lives on a death ship
Run run run rope run row...run rope run...