There was an ancient mariner, He stoppeth one of three
Early down by Wonderland Market
Smelt like he'd crawled from a watery grave
And he fixed me with a dead man's grin
But some poor soul, had lived within
That brine-bleached face, and sunken skin
Half in fear, and half in sin
He clawed at my shirt and began to begin his tale
Underneath a pale sky, on a blank, dead sea
Deep within the Arctic Circle
The crew became restless, so frightened that they
Were sailing off the edge of the map
But the mariner had enemies, and his head went West
He slit their throats while they were sleeping
And climbed atop the crow's nest with a crate of ale
And he sat there for the rest of his days
See there was no albatross hanging from his neck
It was murder and mutiny, below the deck
Stained in blood, that ghostly wreck
Shivered once, and then under....
See now lad, you'd shiver, out there on the waves
And your blood will thicken, underneath the waves
You won't be saved.
