The party starts when we get
there. When we're coming
through your door with our
punk rock hair. We'll sing out
loud, our feet will stamp
We've got a bag of rage and a
guitar amp. Hell is empty, all the
devils are here, with a bottle of
rum and a slab of beer.
Mosh on our shoes-
Skank at our toes, that's the way this party will go.
We got eight river nymphs with tattooed tits, three cool Sirens with poison lips.
Thirteen tritons on a punk rock binge, One drunk
harpy straight out of the brig, and
One Gorgon,
Two Gorgon,
Three Gorgon,
Four.
And six wired sailors who just got to shore.
My mum was the ocean, dad was the wind, my first real
toy was a violin.
I'm a pirate preacher,
A psycho feature.
A hideous mongrel sea-borne creature.
Hear me shipwreck? See me on the shore? With
my gang of Gods and Bacchant souls. And just when the world
starts falling asleep my band of crazies cranks up the beat!