she s got oxblood boots and a carney s laugh a silver spoon with a razor s edge veins as fine as rabbit hair her blood runs cold as gravel in there she wears a derby hat and a black pea coat stands on the stern of a cap sized boat in a world washed a flood with sin she cries out through a fang lined grin there s no more room in hell boys no more room in hell ain t a plot of ground to keep a dead man down there s no more room in hell there s no more room in hell boys no more room in hell our souls we keep where the devil sleeps but there s no more room in hell we paddled across a sea of ash sweat and blood and outstretched hands my eyes met with others there some were strangers others friends drowned others just to reach that boat our savior in the black pea coat her marrow fair hand wrung my wrist leaned to an ear and whispered this there s no more room in hell boys no more room in hell ain t a plot of ground to keep a dead man down there s no more room in hell there s no more room in hell boys no more room in hell our souls we keep where the devil sleeps but there s no more room in hell