And great bloody hunks fell off from me And great big humps fell into the sea My temper's going I can hardly sail No longer the boat I'm out of jail There's hardly anything left of me No longer the boat I'm only the sea And look My virtue's being swept away Look My virtue's being swept aaway It's a big bloody piece Just out of reach Vulture's pick it apart on the beach Teh last part of me Is swallowed up whole No longer the fruit I'm only the bowl I hope it all I hope and hold I have no use for pirate's gold I hold it all I hope and hold I have no use for jeweler's gold I once had hands to rinse the sorrow But now my virtue has been sold Rung out til' there was nothing left It's a c chord in And i was told It ate my final piece today My virtue's gone Hooray hooray