Humps and Bumps
Harpoon man I lay here dying, for now I've stopped crying For what's been done Not for myself but for the man, on the harpoon gun Neptune help me I've bled the sea red Harpoon man do you care, maybe a prayer before bed Perhaps just one tear before you rest your head Your days work done, just one man and his gun There she blows, next thing my head spun and spun No strength within, the sky's gone dim I turn and cry out, there's the beast men shout Blood runs, red warm and thick from my spout My... Sign in to see full entry.