|
Dearly beloved we are gathered here today |
|
To lament the loss of honesty, |
|
To the art of saving face. |
|
Of vanity and opacity, |
|
A generation lost beneath the waves. |
|
Loose lips sink ships, |
|
And we're all going down. |
|
We're in the throes of vertigo, |
|
Higher is impossible. |
|
Sink like a stone, |
|
Let it all go, |
|
Higher is impossible. |
|
The oceans rise to break the bow, |
|
And I find peace within the sound, |
|
Or water rushing in. |
|
So bid farewell to all you know, |
|
Take your place way down below, |
|
We'll sleep beneath the waves. |
|
Loose lips sink ships, |
|
And we're all going down. |
|
We're in the throes of vertigo, |
|
Higher is impossible. |
|
Sink like a stone, |
|
Let it all go, |
|
Higher is impossible. |
|
Loose lips sink ships, |
|
And we're on our way down. |
|
So slowly we drift down, |
|
And all our |
|
Kings are dead now. |
