Mother, mother ocean I have heard your call I’ve wanted to sail upon your waters since I was three feet tall You’ve seen it all You’ve seen it all You watched the that men who rode you switch from sails to steam And in your belly you hold the treasures that few have ever seen Most of them dreams Most of them dreams And yes I am a pirate Two hundred years too late The cannons don’t thunder, there’s nothing to plunder I’m a landlocked victim of fate Arriving too late And in the wrong place I’ve done a bit of smuggling Yeah I’ve run my share of grass I made enough money to buy Miami but I pissed it away so fast Never meant to last Never meant to last I have been drunk now for over two weeks I’ve passed out and I’ve rallied and I sprung a few leaks But I got to stop wishing, got to go fishing I’m down in rock bottom again Just a few friends Just a few friends Mother, mother ocean After all these years I’ve found My occupational hazard being my occupation’s just not around I feel like I’ve drowned I’m gonna head up town

I’m not sure if it’s very punk to be an alcoholic drunk Giving money to corporations, drinking away the desperation And all the things that have gone wrong yet all I do is write this song Drinking beer smoke on my breath Is it punk to drink to death I woke up this morning of the wrong side of bed after last night’s show I puked in the garden but I was running late so I had to go But I caught traffic, and I caught a headache I guess I’ve got no luck I missed my first class because I ran out of gas but I just don’t really give a fuck And later that evening, instead of sleeping, we had another show I tried to refrain because I was in pain but I just could not say no But I’m not sure if it’s very punk to be an alcoholic drunk Giving money to corporations, drinking away the desperation And all the things that have gone wrong yet all I do is write this song Drinking beer smoke on my breath Is it punk to drink to death

I’m out of cigarettes and I’m out of money But I don’t want to sing about being fucking broke I’d like to ask more questions besides do you got a smoke But never underestimate the poor, hungry, and desperate My body is a temple. How much do you think I could get for it? Five dollars? I know I stole that line I steal all my lines from this guy named Brian, & Nick, & Micah too All I do is plagiarize and there’s no point in a fake disguise I’m sure one day you would figure it out But I really hope you fucking know it’s from respect and that it shows The amount of love I have for what you do Oh shit what’s the fucking line? I guess I forgot this song and I blame it on the two-foot bong We were just smoking over at your house And now I’m too fucked up to remember your name And I think that the whiskey is something to blame

I am so fucking pissed Why do we pay just to exist? It was not like that before But now it seems they are waging war Not to survive but just to thrive And so they deprived the rights from all the people making them pay to be alive It makes me sick I’m gonna puke it makes me sick I am so fucking pissed How did we let it get to this? It was not like this is the past But we couldn’t do anything cuz they moved to fast And now there’s factories and industries and we slave away Building profets in theirs slavery almost every fucking day And you’d think they’d house and they’d clothe us and they’d give us some food But they took all of the money and they told us you are screwed These rich corporate fucks they’ve got it in their heads That we will fucking work for them until we’re all dead But I refuse Because this capitalistic system is tearing us apart So much inequality and too many broken hearts It’s a racist, sexist, classist system How did we get on this track? But it doesn’t matter how we got here so long as we get back Because we shouldn’t have to pay to exist We shouldn’t have to pay to survive We shouldn’t have to pay to be healthy We shouldn’t have to pay to be alive

It’s a shame that you are gone now More like a shame that I’m still here I miss you all so greatly I wish I could disappear I could join you in the distance Oh, what travels lay ahead But I’m trapped inside of these fours walls feeling miserable and dead To escape this lonely madness would only bring me joy Maybe I could meet you I hear you’re in Illinois And tomorrow in Wisconsin I wish I could make it there But I don’t have transportation what a fucking nightmare And I know I’ll see you soon but I’ll write to you before And maybe when you get back we could go on another tour So can you pick me up in Colorado? We’ll drive over the mountains And don’t worry about bathing there plenty of fountains On the way up to California and right on up the coast All the way to Portland, Oregon Where we’ll raise a fucking toast And then a friend will call and say it’s a shame that I’m still here Then we’ll go and pick them up and buy some more beer Book a couple shows, oh man, I hope we make it there Because the car will surely break down and we don’t have bus fare And then we’ll call another touring band and say Can you pick us up in Colorado? This time we’ll head East We’ll find our friends in Florida And then we will have a feast Then they will join us on our way up the coast All the way to Portland, Maine Where we’ll raise a fucking toast And then another friend will call Can you pick me up in Colorado? I want to go South We’ll find our friends in Houston and put good food in our mouths And then we’ll continue driving right along the coast All the way to Portland, Texas Where we’ll raise a fucking toast

This will be my shortest song I promise it's not very long I just had a thought today And this is what I have to say: EAT SHIT!!!!!