And I will sink
Into that dirty drink
With so much open air
My breath still begins to shrink
So empty out your churches
Take them to the streets
Line up your prophets
Fill them with disbelief
Cuz I was brought
Down to the coast
Where I walked a plank
Lead by a ghost
So here I go
With little much despair
And if I choke
Drag me back to hell with the salty air
And if I slip
Right off that rusty ship
Be sure to make my bed
Cuz I'll be sleeping with a fish
Once you man the helms
Set your sails in place
Then bury me in the belly of the beast
And strike a chord for the symphony