We're going under. We're going under. Pray for Heaven's titans to rain down, and spare us the pain. We're going under. We're going under. Under, under
I?m taking off (5 4 3 2 1) I?m taking off I keep on sinking in this black hole Somehow we gotta rise above No Captain Kirk here to save me Stuck in
we've got to live a life completely Giving over to the lust that rages in the mind The Captain fills his place with gold while all the ship is sinking
it's fine If you want know much more about me Take a look in Proverbs 9 Mercy, mercy we're selling mercy We are Christ and we'll bless you well People
drown (down to one last try, I will stretch the every inch of might) Run and tell the captain That there?s water in the bottom of this ship We?re sinking
You're living in a penthouse, my flat is dark and damp Yeah, what's the matter, baby? We used to be so tight I'm living in the gloom, while you're dancing
, ohh, oh When I cry, baby, you cry When we cry, baby, it's like You know, ohh, oh, how love goes Say it again When I cry, baby, you cry When we cry
the captain, "Tell the kind folks don't worry That ain't nothin' but my hammer suckin' wind, it keeps me breathin' A steel driver's muscle I intend" Captain
to tape up the pages I'd ripped And although I recognize that we're attached at the lips That you're the one in charge And that the captain's gotta sink
yourself They're raisin up the flag, backin up they get to blast Open fire, cannons let loose Shut 'em down like the spruce goose Captain aye aye, they
first class And we were blowin' waltzes in the barroom When the universe went crash "There's no way that this could happen" I could hear the old captain
Oh no, oh no The ship's got a hole, plug it up, plug it up We're never going to find this white whale Are we captain? Hey Ishmael, can I call you annoying
this ship aint gonna sink without its captain (we're all gonna die) so take your twenty-first century telegraph and take your keystroked morse code (take
one hand what he's accomplished Ok, link me to activism chain activate street sweep Plug deteriorating zenith bent Pendragon I hock swords cores for the morbid spreading of mad men (alley gospel) Sinking
to be self-evident And anyone who isn't with us wouldn't understand us We're not intent on the fall of the government We're not intent on the rise
pain We're going under, we're going under Pray for heaven's titans to rain down, spare us the pain We're going under, we're going under, under, under