"My weeping heart on the deck drools spit; they soil it with cigarettes butts, they spatter it with slop and shit; my weeping heart on the deck drools spit. The soldiers drink and laugh at it; The sound of laughing hurts my guts. My weeping heart on the deck drools spit; They soil it with cigarette butts.
Soldiers' cocks area black burlesque; They rape my heart with what they say. In scrawls on the mast, grotesque Soldiers' cocks area black burlesque; They rape my heart with what they say.
When they are done, and all worn How will I act, my stolen heart? All I will hear is a drunken shout When they are done and all worn out. I will throw up and then pass out, I know, with my heart torn apart When they are done, and all worn out. How will I act, my stolen heart?
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