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

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.»