and great bloody hunks fell off from me   and great big hunks fell into the sea    my timber is going   i can hardly sail   no longer the boat   i'm out of jail   there's hardly anything left of me   no longer the boat   i'm only the sea   and look   my virtue's being swept away   look   my virtue's being swept away   it's a big bloody piece   just out of reach   vulture's pick it apart on the beach   the last part of me   is swallowed up whole   no longer the fruit   i'm only the bowl   i hold it all   i hold & hold   i have no use for pirate's gold   i hold it all   i hope and hold   i have no use for jeweler's gold   i once had hands to wring with sorrow / joy   till all my virtue had been sold   wrung out till there was nothing left   the sea rushed in   and i was told   it ate my final piece today   my virtue's gone   hooray hooray