Mr. Chonk's Bloggy Mah-Jig

… and as we roll along this voyage, both tedious and long
it is a comfort to know that all the prophecies were wrong
and all the drunkards in the bar room are still drinkin’ like they should
on this ship of glowing wonder, they are pukin’ on the wood

boogie fuckin’ woogie as i walk into the sea
with an oatmeal raisen cookie and a black and white tv!

they wind it stinks, just like rotting flesh
they waves they pound, our bodies crash
and there’s a pearl inside the minds of those who seek…
might slip away the moment that you speak
so maybe this time, you really just shouldn’t speak, my friend
just go to sleep now …