Lyrics The Hole in the Ship, S. O. S. - Comadre

The Hole in the Ship, S. O. S.

Built to walk the plank
No wagons this time
Just sails ships and hearts
We’ve crossed the maps of punk rock
And taken all we mock
And tied it up with ropes around our hands
We’re going to take this to our graves
(To our sea graves)
The Pacific Ocean is a lot warmer
Where the anchors sleep sound
Our religion is better
Where we can’t preach and hound
Down here the tombstones are so beautiful
With such perfect quotes
Died trying to save this ship
«Died trying to save the saviors
Who were out to save the world.»