Smart as Paint

wash me up on the shore of some forgotten island

the caverns full of treasure, the bullets flying idle

i'll look up to the sea-cook and wanna be just like him

do what he tells me till i see that he's a monster

then i'll listen to the doctor, cause the doctor's always right

let him patch up my wounds, and saw my buddy's arm off

"lose the arm or lose your life! lose the arm or lose your life!"

well he opts for the former, it remains to be seen what the latter is worth

we'll leave the island richer but confused

the surf in my dreams

the cook still on the loose

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one of these days i'm bound to get it all down

one of these days i'm bound to work it all out 

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perch me up on the rigging of a two masted frigate

let me traipse through the air just like i've never fallen 

my captain is a tyrant, but i still respect him

he's friends with the doctor, why's it always a doctor?

they'll play music in his cabin, i'll marvel at its beauty

till shrapnel from a cannonball goes and stoves my head in

the doctor will save me, oh of course he'll save me

by opening my skull and plugging it with silver

then it's back to the rigging and the traipsing and the music

until i'm murdered senselessly from my captain's orders 

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one of these days i'm bound to get it all down

one of these days i'm bound to work it all out