Song parody of
The Ill Spawn of Jonah
by Race of Devils
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I never killed no whores
Ya land lubbers, table rappers
Unburden yourselves tonight
And speak through the teeth that gnaw through the fact that you've died
I was robbed of trial
Spats and fries, right and proper
The phantom gradually ebbs
Fashion yourself anew
Dreadful apparition tell us more
March of the 18th day
Lads a fencing, the kettles brew
Up from the stygian fathoms
Godless horror, leave it be
She ain't no pearl boys, desolation times four
A crew of sea hardened men deprived of loving arms
My apprehension was accurate
I cried avast
Thirty six pile in the after house
She had worked her curse
Hectocotylus, caudal, operculum, viscous cullod
Unscathed and decisive
She fled to the starboard
To the puritan city she swam
Burned, god save 'em
Barred from heaven and the fires of hell
Bound to wander the earth, till she's bereft of life
It's doom, I tell ye
She wears a fishbone crown
I never killed no whores
Ya land lubbers, table rappers
Unburden yourselves tonight
And speak through the teeth that gnaw through the fact that you've died
I was robbed of trial
Spats and fries, right and proper
The phantom gradually ebbs
Fashion yourself anew
Dreadful apparition tell us more
March of the 18th day
Lads a fencing, the kettles brew
Up from the stygian fathoms
Godless horror, leave it be
She ain't no pearl boys, desolation times four
A crew of sea hardened men deprived of loving arms
My apprehension was accurate
I cried avast
Thirty six pile in the after house
She had worked her curse
Hectocotylus, caudal, operculum, viscous cullod
Unscathed and decisive
She fled to the starboard
To the puritan city she swam
Burned, god save 'em
Barred from heaven and the fires of hell
Bound to wander the earth, till she's bereft of life
It's doom, I tell ye
She wears a fishbone crown
