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
And you could've had it all
We held it right in our hands
It's a truth that will slip through your fingers
It's a beauty that we could have had
And we are just biology
We could have stayed in the trees
Where enlightenment 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
And you could've had it all
You held it right in your hands
It's the truth that will slip through your fingers
It's a beauty that we could have had
Someday this could all be yours
But you chose to stay on all fours
Where enlightenment that never lingers
An existence with no poetry