The last mariner alive on the ark of the Blood Brothers
hears the five howls of its haunting
One in the sail when the scales of the oil ocean glow pink
One in the cabin for the swollen navels of pregnant sirens,
the fins on the backs of dead pirates
Three in the lookout tower for the temptation of cursed pineapples,
the deadly lure of Piano Island
Oh oh oh oh oh you never know
The hints of phantom revolt might never ever show
until you find yourself shaved,
poisoned and dismembered down the throat of the sea
Raise the fucking flag
The flag of mutiny