When the waters is rough 
The sailing is tough, 
I`ll get drowned in your love. 
You`ve got a cut throat crew, 
I`m gonna sink under you, 
I got the bell bottom blues, 
It`s gonna be the death of me. 
It`s the graveyard watch, 
Running right on the rocks, 
I`ve taken all of the knocks. 
You ain`t giving me no quarter. 
I`d rather drink sea water, 
I wish I`d never had brought you, 
It`s gonna be the death of me. 

Soul survivor, soul survivor. 
Soul survivor, soul survivor. 
Soul survivor, soul survivor. 
Soul survivor, soul survivor, 
Gonna be the death of me, 
It`s gonna be the death of me. 

When you`re flying your flags 
All my confidence sags, 
You got me packing my bags. 
I`ll stowaway at sea, 
You make me mutiny, 
Where you are I won`t be, 
You`re gonna be the death of me.