This means war With your creator Burn like a slave Churn like a cog We are caged in simulations Algorithms evolve Push us aside and render us obsolete

Oh, our schooner and our sloop in Ferryland they do lie They are already rigged to be bound for the ice All you lads of the Southern we will have you to beware She is going to the ice in the Spring of the year Laddie whack fall the laddie, laddie whack

Go down you Blood Red Roses Go down you pinks and posies Sailing out of Boston one hundred days at sea On the good ship Bonadventure, a'whaling men are we We set sail for the Cape Horn, where the seas are cold as ice The wind will bite right through you

We are the warriors that built this town Here we are, don't turn away now Here we are, don't turn away now, As a child you would wait And watch from far away But you always knew that you'd be the one That work while they all play In youth you'd lay

I don't need your civil war Your power hungry sellin' soldiers In a human grocery store Ain't that fresh The way we've always done before My hands are tied It feeds the rich while it buries the poor I don't need one more war Look at your young men

One of those things If we'd thought a bit about the end of it As we started painting the town We'd have been aware that our love affair Was too hot not to cool down It was great fun But it was just one of those things I'm sorry to say that I didn't know

And you are mine I remember how it all started Feeling warm 'til the summer was over We're lonely reaching stars at night In the big black sky And you said to me If you love me, then say you love me Said if you love me, then say you love me And our

Baby you should be here, right here Don't know where you went but you're lost now Don't know where you went but you're gone now I'm looking right at you, but you're not there I'm seeing right past you, but you seem well aware Your body is here but your

This could be the very minute I'm aware I'm alive All these places feel like home With a name I'd never chosen I can make my first steps As a child of twenty-five This is the straw, final straw in the Roof of my mouth as I lie to you Just because I'm

I love you, honey I'm talkin' to you Hot legs, are you still in school? Who's that knockin' on my door? It's gotta be a quarter to four Is it you again, comin' round for more? Well, you can love me tonight if you want