When the waters is rough The sailing is tough, I'll get drowned in your love. You've got a cut throat crew, I'm gonna sink under you, I got the bell bottom blues, It's gonna be the d**h of me. It's the graveyard watch, Running right on the rocks, I've taken all of the knocks. You ain't giving me no quarter. I'd rather drink sea water, I wish I'd never had brought you, It's gonna be the d**h of me. Soul survivor, soul survivor. Soul survivor, soul survivor. Soul survivor, soul survivor. Soul survivor, soul survivor, Gonna be the d**h of me, It's gonna be the d**h of me. When you're flying your flags All my confidence sags, You got me packing my bags. I'll stowaway at sea, You make me mutiny, Where you are I won't be, You're gonna be the d**h of me. Soul survivor, soul survivor. Soul survivor, soul survivor. It's gonna be the d**h of me