A pirate's treasure

You sold your soul to the bottle,

and your tiny pirate ship.

You sold your soul to the bottle,

Oh, what a price you've paid!

I could put you on my shelf,

and watch as you try to take sail--

amongst your whiskey seas,

you try to break free,

but end up swallowing the ocean whole;

Drown yourself from the inside out,

flood your lungs and release through your eyes--

Salty tears upon the salty seas!

Oh, what a price you've paid to be a pirate!

Your soul sets sail,

leaves your body behind,

just as the sharks descend.

You've swallowed the ocean,

now they ocean must swallow you!

Spit out the bones,

use them as oars.

Spit out your bones,

Oh, they were rotten anyway!

I see you approach

and dash beneath--

so far below,

you'll never have the lungs to reach me.

With your last breath,

you dive

and the ocean is full of harmony;

I sing your favorite song.

"Oh, what a beauty!"

"Oh, what a beauty!"

The serenity dissipates like mist,

and only a darkness is left behind.

Why has the music stopped?

"My ship has sunk!"

"My ship has sunk!"

You scream to the ocean floor,

but no one can hear you now.

Skeletons appear and drag you down:

Your grave has been dug,

with a headstone made of gold.

Here is your treasure,

you salty old pirate.

Take the treasure to the grave!

6 feet below the ocean floor,

you lay your head to rest.

6 feet below the ocean floor,

there's glass beneath your bed.

Open your eyes,

awake the dead.

You sold your soul to the bottle,

and your tiny pirate ship.

You drink up your whiskey seas,

with my siren's song as the soundtrack to your demise,

as the eulogy at your funeral, 

as the only beautiful thing you've ever heard.

"It's a pirate's life for me!" you cry.

and I sing to you once more,

with salty seas beneath my eye lids.

I sing to you once again,

but now, your head is so filled with

gold and whiskey, you can't hear a word I sing.

Take the treasure to the grave,

and lay down to rest,

in your hole dug for one.