Got nothing good for your kids
Their little souls made of stone
Forever haunting the dead
Won't leave the spirits alone
The sound of tin in my ears
I learned that comfort was cheap
The party lasted for years
And now I'm crippled you see
Pretty little thing
Take it very slow
Take it very slow
When you're on your own
All alone
Make it very slow, make it very slow
When you're on your own
All alone
Take it very slow
Make it very slow
Under water
We're losing oxygen
The fuel is slowly running out
We won't wake up again
But someone else will come around
We're losing oxygen
The fuel is slowly running out
We won't wake up again
But someone else will come around
We're losing oxygen
The fuel is slowly running out
We won't wake up again
But someone else will come around
