Throw me to a sharkish sea Legs don't need nothing to swim Not even a body A skinny man on a hover board He will surely agree He will surely agree
It's a better way to die Still cooking wine and Mouthfuls of eel will Make them stronger, still The thoughts of you will Become stronger, still My thoughts of you will Become stronger, still
My thoughts of you will Make them stronger still Little thoughts of you will Make them stronger, still
