The man who sailed around his soul From East to West, from pole to pole With ego as his drunken captain Greed, the mutineer, had trapped all reason in the hold The man who walked across his heart Who took no compass, guide or chart To rope and tar his blood congealed When he found his self revealed ugly and cold And the sirens that sing By your nose with its ring They'll drag you in For your sins Now he sits all alone And it's no place like home
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