This ship is now under water

And the rats will never find their way back again

And my span, it gets shorter

And I don't appear to my fit my skin anymore



Somewhere else descends the rain in western ways

Upon the echo of the day

Just the ebbing of the day



See how they hang em high

And slap each other's backs

While the waters rise



Somewhere else descends the rain in western ways

Upon the echo of the day

Just the ebbing of the day



Walk the plank

Abandon ship

Take it slow don't lose your grip

Walk the plank and jump out of the fray



I've got intellectual tinnitus

And the ship already sank

Learn to rage correctly

Push me further down the plank



Up on deck the pack descends upon the scraps

But I'd rather walk the plank

Yes I'd rather walk the plank

Copyright: Downtown Music Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): RICHARD BARBIERI, STEVEN PATRICK WILSON