by noontime the dock is all swarmin' with men
comin' off of that ghostly freighter
and they're movin' in shadows where no one can see
and they're chainin' up people and bringin' 'em to me
askin' me, "kill them now or later?"
askin' me, "kill them now or later?"
noon by the clock, and so still on the dock
you can hear a foghorn miles away
in that quiet of death, i'll say,
"right now."
and they'll pile up the bodies and i'll say,
"that'll learn ya!"

and the ship, the black freighter
disappears out to sea
and on it is me...


... :(