You said that I am a voyager
And you are my blue skies
Set sail for Washington
Plot course for Paradise
You said that I am lost at sea
With one flare to go
Squeezing the trigger
I thought you said you saw a boat
You said that you had been injured
And Paradise must wait
But Washington can't save us
'Cause we sold our grand estate
You said that I was a good man
Too good to see your blood
But I'd rather hold your mangled body
Than the blood-soaked towels I'm supposed to wash