The skies are burning with thunder The seas are ablaze with flame Set the course for Cartagena The sands of time will remember our names History is written today Sailing the raging seas To distant lands unknown Porto Bello fell in a day Now Britannia

We got an inner-tube, But we have got each other and gas in the tank, We got a trailer hitch. We're near the river and far from rich. Well, I won two dollars on a scratch off ticket, So I went back to the counter and I bought two more with it. And I won

Heaven sends A song through its doors Just as if it seems to know I'm exclusively yours Knowing this I feel but one way You will understand too In these words that I say I'll close my eyes To everyone but you

Our lives will not be lived in vain We're throwing wrenches in the gears These machines feed on the tears of broken lives and dying dreams Are we so alone, So distant, So forgotten, As we think ourselves to be? These are our lives But did they ever even

Somewhere beyond the sea, We'll kiss just as before Happy we'll be beyond the sea And never again, I'll go sailing Somewhere, waiting for me, My lover stands on golden sand And watches the ships that go sailing She's there watching for me If I could fly

America, the beautiful America, the murderer America, the funeral America, God bless America They just scared 'cause they don't understand us Give me my freedom Run from these demons Please don't give 'em a reason

Start pumpin' up the party now It's the same old same old It's the same old, same grind But we don't feel we're wasting time Not so bored that we can't find a better way

We stand together So take take take all your memories 'Cause I don't want 'em and I don't need 'em As the seconds turn into days We will never be the same So stay stay stay the hell away from me The truth is I'm moving on Stay stay stay the hell away

Standing by the window Eyes upon the moon Hoping that the memory Will leave her spirit soon She shuts the doors and lights and lays her body on the bed Where images and words are running deep She has too much pride to pull the sheets above her head So

And still I don't understand When you said you'd had enough A little trick I picked up from my father, in one ear and out the other Well, now I guess I should've listened Why's love gotta be so tough Ahh-oh, ahh-ahh Oh, and now I guess I should've