The Longshoreman’s Lament lyrics

For some reason this greasy dead season's running circles around me
Can you feel it now, come on and feel it now
I'm like a log in the fire, and sh*t, I don't know what to believe
Can you feel it now, come on feel it now

Black soled feet and a burlap throne
I'm gonna cry, gonna cry 'til my daddy comes home
Yeah, you really, really, really never know

I'm yellow stained rotten. I'm gone and forgotten
It's the windpipe, they cut the windpipe
I f*cked the whole crew now my skin's grey and spotting
Can you feel it yet? It's what we all get

Black soled feet and a burlap throne
I'm gonna cry, gonna cry 'til my daddy comes home
Yeah, you really, really, really gotta go

The sailors and the prostitutes are dancing on the graves
Of all the noblemen and the maidens and the slaves
The longshore haunts are empty, the sticky spots have dried
I'm drowning in my skin from the tears I never cried

f*ck the "Lord be with you"s
And f*ck the "Bless my soul"s
Go down to the barrel
And stick it in the hole
Stick it in the motherf*cking hole!