A body washed up on the beach
His hands were tied, his skin was green
His nose hung from a tear, his eyes were open and I swear
That they were staring right at me
I sat there shaking as I screamed
I was traumatised, I couldn't see
The body squirming from afar, and raised one of his working arms
He's f*cking pointing right at me (is no one seeing this?!)
What a wonderful day to be alive
Or so I thought before it scarred me for life
To think I had such lovely plans
Ruined by urine as it stains my brand new pants
So now I'm running from the beach
I can't feel shit below my knees
Now having soiled all of my clothes
The stench still hasn't left my nose
You should've seen the way I froze
I get home shaken from the scene
These clothes no one will ever see
I threw away the plastic bag
My boot was open and I gagged
Poor old Jones' head was in the back