Bad Taste - The Tiger Lillies

My sail is full of wind

An end to all my suffering

There’s land ahoy

The whores are waiting full of joy

The clap it waits behind those doors

Syphilis in every whore

10 years later I’ll be mad

But I’ll drink now and not be sad

Death waits for us as a friend

I’m looking forward to the end

This life’s a joke so make haste

It’s all in such bad taste

Well each old sailor knows his fate

The grim reaper makes a date

On the sea you wait for death

It’s just your time till your ship’s wrecked

We will drink fuck our whores

Time out soon we know for sure

With gonorrhoea these whores infect

But soon we’ll take the sea as breath

This life’s a joke so make haste

It’s all in such bad taste