"The old sailor sits on the dock
and he curses and spits in the sea
there's a cigarette pack in his sock
and his pants rolled up over his knee
there's a girl's face tattooed on his arm
and the blue faded lips seemed to cry
tattoos that you get when you're young
stay on your arm till you dieAnd the junkie he sits at his side
saying, tell me some tales of the deep
and is there a wave I can ride
that'll take me to where I can sleep
But he's feeling that five o'clock hunger
and it's time he was makin' a buy
'cause tattoos that you get when you're young
stay on your arm till you dieAnd the waves make a suffering sound
on the gray creakin' pier where we stand
and we're watchin' the sun as it drowns
talking of far away lands
but my true song won't ever be sung
and the words that you hear are a lie
'cause tattoos that you get when you're young
stay in your mind till you die"
-Shel Silverstein
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