Repair The Hull, Replace The Sails.

The Monkey Wrestles With The Ghost

And A Thousand Pleasures Form A Thin Veneer

Over Lack Of Hope.

The Captain Was Rightly Murdered By The Crew

But Now They Don't Know What To Do -

Drifting On The Murky Sargasso Of The Everyday.

Work And Slave And Skimp And Save

And You Can Buy Yourself A Bigger Cave

And A Thousand Little Cruelties We Agree To Pretend To Ignore.

The Ghost Has Got The Monkey By The Tail

And All They Both Can Do Is Wail.

And You And I Go Drifting By The Abandoned Vessels Of He Everyday.