The death of Socrates' The death of Socrates!)

This, this is the ship the ship that died of shame,
with a broken heart ship that died of shame.
Out on the sea of life, calls of sad despair to Old Father Time.

If, is you is or is you ain't?

Taste the fruits of paradise on a desert isle is the ship of shame.

I, I can't bear to be out in the cold air with my legs all stiff I've been thinking all day.

Call, call out a name, spray paint a subway train in the dead of night - don't be looking at me.

We'll talk of mortal sin and all the fun you've had.

I've been put down on the ship of shame.

Give, give my your hat, give me your coat, I'm blinking and I'm blind on the ship of shame

Now are you writing now, no you're not for sure my ears are swollen up on the ship of shame.

Oh the whiskey bottle splattered
Past the bar tenders head
Smashing in a mass of glass and gin
A man with the stout froth
All around his mouth
Dropped down the trap door
Because he wasn't let in

Broken bones and snakes walked about the city face -
black hair was combed straight on the ship of shame