When I was at sea many years ago
An octopus tried to sink my boat
All 8 eyes were locked on me
The sea was black and it tried to squeeze
And my face turned blue, and my head spun around
And my feet weren't even touching the ground
I thought this was it, I was going to die
My heart slowed down, I was feeling kinda high
Why would I make up such a lie
Have you seen your life flash before your eyes?
And it's not that I couldn't sleep that night
Getting a wink or two would have been a delight
It's not the end but it wasn't the beginning
It certainly wasn't preferential treatment
I was knocked right off my sea legs
By the waves that were bigger than my home
And I tried to recover in a shelter
That I found so deep down on the bed of the ocean
My arms had became fins and my legs stuck together
Feeling kinda frozen. What had I become?
You could be the king of Nazareth
Bathed in the golden sands of Heaven
Stand strong by the pillars of Hercules
Surrounded by a thousand henchman
But either way, your mind may sway
You're still going home tonight a loser with a story
If you're brave enough to slide through time
Then you still going home tonight a loser with a story
And everything I've been through I guess
It makes me look like a loser with a story
(I'm just a loser with a story)