Testo di Bad Taste

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