Mother can you hear me? Words freeze in frosty gasps I ate the dogs long ago, don't know if I can last I been talking to myself, wallowing in dirt I ain't much for company but this sh** really hurts So give me Situation, give me Puck and Judd I hate those motherf**ers but at least they're pumping blood Daddy I got scared and you had to stop the car While the blood ran out my nose You went into the bar I ain't clever, I ain't brave. I got nothing left to say I am but a sailor, this is but a sailor's grave Oh We all march forward, just singing songs of war With our painted volleyballs riding on that painted horse And our voices echo over the sand Wandering these deserts where the windmills run the land