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Neptune - The Ghost Of A Thousand
Put me to sea
Raise the flag on my eulogy
Put me to sea
Better off with the waters deep
Raise the flag raise the flag
Tell the preachers
The sky's gone black
Salt the earth raise the trees
Tell the preachers
There's nothing left of me
I've been carved
From stone and rock
They chip right into me
It's f**king pitiful
I was saved
When I met these guys
They chip right into me
It's f**king true
Put me to sea
Raise the flag on my eulogy
Put me to sea
Better off with the waters deep
Here's the future
They have sold us
Clean safe
It is nothing to be proud of
Coal burns beneath us and rots
We've got charity
We've got motor oil
There's no substitute
For that hope
You'd better drop to your knees
These are the songs
Of the molten lava
This is the whinging
Of the galley slave
This is for souls
With their homes divided
For the fathers
Who don't know their kids
This is the home
For the broken hearted
This is for the passing
Of the bright idea
Sleep at the bottom of the sea
Sleep at the bottom of the sea
