Woorden:
The Decemberists All Arise

Like a ship at ocean, like a ship at sea You spit thick and you cross your heart But the culvert's all run dry From keeping shotgun-shy, all arise Just

at ocean Like a ship at ocean Like a ship at sea You spit thick and you cross your heart But the culvert's all undone From keeping shotgun shy all around

at ocean Like a ship at ocean Like a ship at sea You spit thick and you cross your heart But the culvert's all undone From keeping shotgun shy all around