Dark Cabaret Voltaire To The Bottom Of The Sea

This song reminds me of the short story The heathen by Jack London. Lyrics : Our Chinese cook, he grabbed all he could took, He say, no storm is stoppin me He made fricassee of a sea anemone. Down at the bottom of the sea. I turned to my first officer and I said, What have you got to say to me Well, he turned and said, I m in over my Down at the bottom of the sea. A sheKraken, lurkin under my men, looked up at their legs hungrily. She counted eight so she thought she found a m