Death of the Inferno

Well my lover she has kisses of brine To me it taste just like wine On land there's a rope, awaiting my throat And a box that's made out of pine We were murderers, pirates and thieves We did things that you wouldn't believe Under the stars, with shirts made of scars And no mothers or lovers to grieve And the wind it whistles and raves Yes the water will soon be our grave But the hull was split wide As the Inferno died And slipped between the waves And I'm sailing on an ocean of blood And my canteen is all filled with mud And I'm chained to the hull And I'm out of my skull And I'm waiting for the bildges to flood And the jailer will never catch me 'Cause the ocean, she's cut me free Well we're all quite at home With our piano of bone Waltzing beneath the sea Oh boys, here's one for the ladies back home Tell them we'll no longer roam And yes boys, let's take our poor souls down below At least we won't do it alone And oh boys, here's one for the ladies back home Tell them we'll no longer roam And yes boys, let's take our poor souls down below At least we won't do it alone Oh boys, here's one for the ladies back home Tell them we'll no longer roam And yes boys, let's take our poor souls down below At least we won't do it alone And oh boys, here's one for the ladies back home Tell them we'll no longer roam And yes boys, let's take our poor souls down below At least we won't do it alone Your boys have finally come home