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Shit on the Mirror

Better tie me up. I can never get my ease
I'll lose my head, get eaten by the bees.
You'll point your fingers, accuse me of disease
Lash me to my tiller and push me off the quays.
Tie me up! Tie me up! I been lusting after innocents
Admiring my reflection in the looking-glass
Eating flesh and drinking rum and playing the cursed fiddle
And dreaming of our eminent leader's sacred ass.

Yo ho ho
I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I can't find any other way to be.

If I ever come ashore I'll take off into the plains,
The dogs will never catch me I'll deceive them in the rain.
Now the thunderheads come and wash me in my bed
I'm out among the waves with a fever in my brain.
Saw me off! Bang me in! I been flying the flag YES SIR
Flying the black flag above my ship.
Why not send your slaves against me? I'll receive them with open arms!
They'll lift me on their shoulders, kiss me on the lips.