Slip the slip in a gla** boat, "the sedative"
Down the channel, headed out to see
Past the dead stuff washed up on the bank
The far point calling me
Ship to shore misinformation
Not a man as far as I can see
By the time they decode this dispatch…
The whale will have swallowed me
Her kisses are carrots so sugary sweet
I belong to the sea
Concord whispers… the capital theme:
You can't fight destiny
So don't