True shipbuilding
New America
And take it as it comes
Old cliche,
The split milk levee breaks on you
Like honest CIA
If all hands pull one way
The world will fall on you
Into the right time to leave
Make sure you take what you need (and more)
The sails are made out of your sleeve
And the wind made by you
Don't say you love me,
Don't say that you care
Don't say that you need me
Because I won't be, I promise you
True shipbuilding
And your wet guitar
And no two wishes more
You may like your money
And Sam's magic parlor shoes
I am the only one you need
Make sure you take what you need (and more)
It's settled up
And we could leave by tomorrow afternoon