Woorden: Decemberists. The King Is Dead. All Arise!.

Baby wants a new spin, baby wants a broken heart
Hear you found the lynch-pin to keep it all from falling apart
But you keep on rolling, you keep on rolling

Better find a way, better kick it from your big brown eyes
Hear it tightens up when you fall at the fifteenth try
Like a ship at ocean, like a ship 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 run dry
From keeping shotgun-shy, all arise
Just be mine tonight

So the Dollar shop shoppers broke the lock and they knocked you down
Better call the coppers if you need someone to push you around
But you keep on stealing, you keep on stealing
Yes, you keep on stealing 'til there's nothing left to steal

You spit thick and you cross your heart
But the culvert's all run dry
From keeping shotgun-shy, all arise
Just be mine tonight

Just be mine tonight
Just be mine tonight