We sail in a ship and the timbers are weakThrough the storm clouds the rainbows the rainbows we seekWe sail for horizons that one day will endTo sleep with the fishes on that we depend
The storm when it breaks we shiver with fearIn our bowels we do know we'll face no new year
We sail for horizons that one day will endTo sleep with the fishes on that we depend
The sea rips us open like a vice cracks a nutLike a bum is cut down by a left upper cut
We sail for horizons that one day will endTo sleep with the fishes on that we depend
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