When the waters is rough The sailing is tough, I´ll get drowned in your love.
You´ve got a cut throat crew, I´m gonna sink under you, I got the bell bottom blues, It´s gonna be the death of me. It´s the graveyard watch, Running right on the rocks, I´ve taken all of the knocks. You ain´t giving me no quarter. I´d rather drink sea water, I wish I´d never had brought you, It´s gonna be the death of me.
Soul survivor, soul survivor. Soul survivor, soul survivor. Soul survivor, soul survivor. Soul survivor, soul survivor, Gonna be the death of me, It´s gonna be the death of me.
When you´re flying your flags All my confidence sags, You got me packing my bags. I´ll stowaway at sea, You make me mutiny, Where you are I won´t be, You´re gonna be the death of me.