Weird fishes They turn me I'll hit the bottom Hit the bottom and escape In the deepest ocean The bottom of the sea Why should I stay here?

We'll rant and we'll roar like true Newfoundlanders We'll rant and we'll roar on deck and below Until we strikes bottom inside the two sunkers When straight through the channel to Toslow we'll go I'm a son of a sea cook, I'm a cook and a trader I can

Holding nothing There's a bottomless pit that we've been climbing from Just to get on level ground Shake your seasick legs around Dead of winter in a logo town Signs of life are soft and flickering Need a bed to lay my body down Dead weight to carry down