Put me to sea
Raise the flag on my eulogy
Put me to sea
Better off with the waters deep
Raise the flag, raise the flag
Tell the preachers the sky’s gone black
Salt the earth, raise the trees
Tell the preachers there’s nothing left of me
I’ve been carved from stone and rock
They chip right into me it’s fucking pitiful
I was saved when I met these guys
They chip right into me it’s fucking true
Put me to sea
Raise the flag on my eulogy
Put me to sea
Better off with the waters deep
Here’s the future they have sold us, clean, safe
It is nothing to be proud of Coal burns beneath us and rots
We’ve got charity, we’ve got motor oil
There’s no substitute for that hope
You’d better drop to your knees
These are the songs of the molten lava
This is the whinging of the galley slave
This is for souls with their homes divided
For the fathers who don’t know their kids
This is the home for the broken hearted
This is for the passing of the bright idea
Sleep at the bottom of the sea