The waves are pounding on the sacred shore
While seagulls float and chant forever more
But on the licorice ship
The captain bit his lip
And turned to til the bust of the code blew away

She grabbed a fistful of contraband
Melts in your mouth and not in your hand
Not in your hand

I keep an eye on what goes back and forth between strangers
Dressed up to the nines but down on all fours
The self I wanted is occupied by another brother
We're all born guilty in the eyes of the Lord
Excuse the metaphor

She grabbed a fistful of contraband
Melts in your mouth and not in your hand
Not in your hand

She grabbed a fistful of contraband
Melts in your mouth and not in your hand
Not in your hand
Ba ba ba...

There comes a day
You'll be scrubbing the bathroom floor
With promises
But this won't happen any more
Tomorrow night
The eclipse will be twice as dark
Before you leave
Don't forget to turn off the light

She grabbed a fistful of contraband
Melts in your mouth and not in your hand
Not in your hand
Ba ba ba...