This ship is now under water
And the rats will never find their way back again
And my span, it gets shorter (one, two, three)
And I don't appear to fit my skin anymore
Somewhere else, descends
The rain in western ways
Upon the echo of the day
Just the ebbing of the day
You see how they hang 'em high
And slap each other's backs while the waters rise
Somewhere else, descends
The rain in western ways
Upon the echo of the day
Just the ebbing of the day
Walk the plank, abandon ship
Take it slow, don't lose your grip
Walk the plank and jump out of the fray
(I've got intellectual tinnitus)
(And the ship already sank)
(Learn to rage correctly)
(Push me further down the plank)
Walk the plank, abandon ship
Take it slow, don't lose your grip
Walk the plank and jump out of the fray
Walk the plank, abandon ship (up on deck, the pack descends)
Take it slow, don't lose your grip (upon the scraps, but I'd)
Walk the plank and (rather walk the plank)
Jump out of the fray (yes, I'd rather walk the plank)
One, two, three
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