海上の嵐

Passenger ship pitches and yaws
In a north Pacific winter gale
And he’s petrified, ugly sick,
Gripping a vomit pail...

What were the gods thinking
Casting a nightmare into the sea
Hoping it would drown, but,
Things turned out differently,
The evil dream learning
To churn and to breathe,
Birthing these monster waves
Which batter and seethe...

All this going through his head,
Trapped in a tortured cruise liner,
On a nauseous rolling bed...