Native Nod - High Tide In Alaska lyrics

The Aleutian lies Decaying And decrepeit At the bottom Of the Bering Strait The force of the waves Was too much for its walls But the captain called for more "Pour on another eighty thousand pounds," he cried "C'mon, bring it on Bring on another eighty thousand pounds to our already full load So I can watch their suffocating bodies Make one final gasp at freedom before we tear those Motherf**ers apart." As the ship sank to the bottom The attack took nine unexpected, nine human lives, and it's labeled A tragedy. I call it revenge. Sweep your water across the hull; I can't stomach the sight