John Congleton & The Nighty Nite You Are Facing The Wrong Way Lyrics

There will be no peace here at sea
There will be no peace for the seamen
There will be no comfort in things
There will be no comfortable earthlings
They're going down with the ship

We spit on our hands and we go back to work
We roll up our sleeves and prepare for the worst
Mom slips open her robe to delivery boys
To vagrant her infirm little body
Carve her name in cement so she dare not lament
We are men, skin and bones, no apologies
We're going down with the ship

And you could've had it all
We held it right in our hands
It's a truth that will slip through your fingers
It's a beauty that we could've had
And we are just biology
We could've stayed in the trees Where enlightenment that never lingers
An existence with no poetry

A body bag
A body bag
A body bag
I require a body bag

I'm going down with the ship

You could've had it all
You held it right in your hands
It's the truth that will slip though your fingers
It's a beauty that we could've had
Someday this could all be yours
But you chose to stay on all fours
Where enlightenment that never lingers
An existence with no poetry

A body bag
A body bag
A body bag
I require a body bag

A body bag
A body bag
I require a body bag

A body bag
A body bag
I require a body bag