There will be no peace here at sea
There will be no peace for the seamen
There will be no comfort in things
There will be no comfortable earthlings
They're going down with the ship
We spit on our hands and we go back to work
We roll up our sleeves and prepare for the worst
Mom slips open her robe to delivery boys
To vagrant her infirm little body
Carve her name in cement so she dare not lament
We are men, skin and bones no apologies
We're going down with the ship
You could've had it all
We held it right in our heads
It's a truth that will slip through your fingers
It's a beauty that we could've had
And we are just biology
We could've stayed in the trees
Where a [?] of that never lingers
An existence with no poetry
A body bag
A body bag
A body bag
I require a body bag
I'm going down with the ship
You could've had it all
You held it right in your hands
It's a truth that will slip your fingers
It's a beauty that we could've had
Someday this could all be yours
But you chose to stay on all fours
Where a [?] of that never lingers
An existence with no poetry
A body bag
A body bag
A body bag
I require a body bag
(Repeat 2x)