We set out for the sea with icicles in our beards   Where the wind bit like dog's teeth    And the sea swept our ship like the hand of a god who had been enraged   So we carried our dead to the shore   And that left nine more   There was violence in the air tonight    When the ship split in half   We lost two to the brine a and the seawater swilled across the floor   And the captain lives no more   For he sleeps on the ocean floor   The old bastard was as big as a bear   And his coffin was made of a redwood's trunk   His appetite never thinned   His belly was as wide as two barrels of gin   Cut the engine   Tie it off to the post   Heave away at my call listen well   One and all   We'll be rid of this scourge   When his body goes overboard   He'd been in irons for seventy days   Fed just gunpowder to fuel his rage   Screamed bloody murder and tore at his chains   We made him this way    We were left on that isle with a skeleton crew   Made of dead men and sinners   Hell bound through and through   Then it was he who came to our shore and he left no more