Benji:
A mile east from Ol’Raven’s neck
Sits a sunken yacht; a forty-year-old wreck
Inside, the corpses preserve in the hold
Clutching onto their silver..and gold
Gold!
Nobody knows that my ship is there
And soon this terror storm will strike and strip us bare
Finders keepers: that seems fair
Oh, and when the seas clear
Having licked this island clean
When there’s only us here
You will rule the sands as causeway queen
And when this angry world has had its way, And she breaks the day
I’ll bе there to say
Salty and burnished and wild and finally free:
“Wеlcome to our asylum in the sea”
Inside the hull is an air-tight safe
But the steel has long eroded by the deep-sea chafe
Give me a weak and that safe will be pried
Oh, what wonders the wealthy must hide
To turn our tide
And when it’s plucked like a Christmas hen
We won’t have to face another soul again
Set for good, and sister, then..
A mile east from Ol’Raven’s neck
Sits a sunken yacht; a forty-year-old wreck
Inside, the corpses preserve in the hold
Clutching onto their silver..and gold
Gold!
Nobody knows that my ship is there
And soon this terror storm will strike and strip us bare
Finders keepers: that seems fair
Oh, and when the seas clear
Having licked this island clean
When there’s only us here
You will rule the sands as causeway queen
And when this angry world has had its way, And she breaks the day
I’ll bе there to say
Salty and burnished and wild and finally free:
“Wеlcome to our asylum in the sea”
Inside the hull is an air-tight safe
But the steel has long eroded by the deep-sea chafe
Give me a weak and that safe will be pried
Oh, what wonders the wealthy must hide
To turn our tide
And when it’s plucked like a Christmas hen
We won’t have to face another soul again
Set for good, and sister, then..
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