Who knows if Davy Jones can swim?

Every church in town couldn’t replicate your faith. But the green waters under your ship wont sail you to home no more.

But you if you could, you wouldn’t because “you know you couldn’t, “ 

but you do it anyway.

And your like an itch 

That I keep scratching

Scratch scratch away

Yet I still win nothing

So fill your flask

Swallow your spit

And let your green waters

Take you off on your merry way