Sea Shanty

Repair the hull, replace the sails. The monkey wrestles with the ghost And a thousand pleasures form a thin veneer Over lack of hope. The captain was rightly murdered by the crew But now they don't know what to do - Drifting on the murky Sargasso of the everyday. Work and slave and skimp and save And you can buy yourself a bigger cave And a thousand little cruelties we agree to pretend to ignore. The ghost has got the monkey by the tail And all they both can do is wail. And you and I go drifting by the abandoned vessels of he everyday.