Testo: Diane Cluck. My Virtue's Gone (hooray Hooray).

and great bloody hunks fell off from me

and great big hunks fell into the sea

my timber is going

i can hardly sail

no longer the boat

i'm out of jail

there's hardly anything left of me

no longer the boat

i'm only the sea

and look

my virtue's being swept away

look

my virtue's being swept away

it's a big bloody piece

just out of reach

vulture's pick it apart on the beach

the last part of me

is swallowed up whole

no longer the fruit

i'm only the bowl

i hold it all

i hold & hold

i have no use for pirate's gold

i hold it all

i hope and hold

i have no use for jeweler's gold

i once had hands to wring with sorrow / joy

till all my virtue had been sold

wrung out till there was nothing left

the sea rushed in

and i was told

it ate my final piece today

my virtue's gone

hooray hooray