Текст песни Murphy's Song

I cry at her bowl, dog's dying day

A bone in her bowl, a watery grave

See, I am a sailor, but I'm not so great

I keep fishin' for roadkill, passin' out on the waves

Shimmering sea, stretched end to end

Shivering bowl, a flickering friend

See, that's Mr. Murphy, my leathery brave

He's whimpering "Taps" now, for his plank-walk grade

I've never been a joiner, no, I've quit every team I've been on

Now I'm crying in my coffee, that's not sea salt in my eyes

Cause me and Murphy, we have been through it, and I hate watching him die

(Whistling)

So I wait for my wisdom, like I wait for my wife
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Like I wait for a story, helps me wait out the night

Like when I was an archer, but I couldn't shoot straight

I broke all of ma's windows, I poked holes through her drapes

And I laugh to myself, but I can't tell you why

The hung-over sun, sneaks back in the sky

But Murphy went peaceful, he went decent and right

At least better than I will, when it's my turn to die

And I wear his collar on my wrist

And I bury him down at the beach

No crying, no coffin, just a body and a hole

No praying, no singing, no saving any souls

The only thing I'm saving, yeah

Is a bone inside a bowl