[Verse 1]

Your boat is called Apocalypse

Dip a sail

Those who regulate the head

Bite their tail, bite their tail

Maps are lost in hurricane of regress

Your clothes frazzled, still you navigate

With having your crew oppressed

[Chorus]

Pour some wine into your throat

Stuff your guts a little more

While your avarice accumulates

The poor multiply hundredfold

[Verse 2]

Your ship is called Capitalism

Anchor down

It runs for dear life on the wind of corruption

Defective compass serves to your purpose

But soon as sweat of sailors dries

You’ll hit the bottom and go ashore

[Chorus]

Pour some wine into your throat

Stuff your guts a little more

While your avarice accumulates

The poor multiply hundredfold

[Outro]

Make these oars never row

Dip a sail

Strike the masts, end the boat

To the sand

Make these oars never row

Dip a sail

Strike the masts, end the boat

To the sand