Afternoon, day one
I'm on the ferry now
Here they come, the modern-day buccaneers
And they come for fun
End up having some
It's a floating Sodom I observe
It's a place where I take
Great pleasure in being right
When will they learn
when will they learn
Too much adultery just poisons your mind
A half-empty heart
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Songs from above meet the roar from below
And they've run aground
Finns and Swedes alike
Russians, how I hate the nouveau riche
Gypsy families go
Back and forth, they know
How to make the whole ordeal worthwhile
I sit back and enjoy
Ah, the pleasure of being right
When will they learn
when will they learn
Too much adultery just poisons your mind
A half-empty heart
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Songs from above meet the roar from below
I can confirm
It's blood, sweat and s**m
Down on the third deck
They let themselves go
All over the floor
Crawl back for more
Finally one with the call from below