i won't slowly fade
into the future with you
i'm down in a watery grave
with a commanding view

forth, from the homeless-man cave
down by the shores of Spreckles Lake
there's moss on the casters and the brakes
when the move their carts right around the lane

yeah we need some more muskets
to fight this fucked up war

i won't slowly fade
into the language with you
i'm down in a watery grave
with a commanding view

yeah we need some more muskets
to fight this fucked up war