The Plank - The Devil Makes Three

But I can’t hear anymore

You’re totally entertained

That I am absolutely bored

To the sharks with your conversation

And see what they say

As you’re thrown overboard

And disappear into the waves

Down to Neptune’s kingdom

And the ink-black drink

Octopus bartenders

You can hear the mermaids sing

That’ll teach you all to try and disobey

Here’s a one-way ticket to your watery grave

And we say:

To all our enemies, we’ll see you in hell

We’re gonna walk 'em off the plank into the wishing well

Down to Davy Jones' Locker where the fishes sleep

I won’t be praying for you so don’t be praying for me

To all our enemies, we’ll see you in hell

We’re gonna walk 'em off the plank into the wishing well

Down to Davy Jones' Locker where the fishes sleep

I won’t be praying for you so don’t be praying

Don’t be praying for me

Kill all those prisoners until their skin turns green

Let the salts of the ocean wash them skeleton clean

Raise up those oars and let them fall

As the wind steadily sings you can hear the crew call:

To all our enemies, we’ll see you in hell

We’re gonna walk 'em off the plank into the wishing well

Down to Davy Jones' Locker where the fishes sleep

I won’t be praying for you so don’t be praying for me

To all our enemies, we’ll see you in hell

We’re gonna walk 'em off the plank into the wishing well

Down to Davy Jones' Locker where the fishes sleep

I won’t be praying for you so don’t be praying

Don’t be praying for me