sheep, ships, fires, hips.

the water drips.
the radar blips.
i see the trickles.
my mind plays tricks.
i run for home.
it all burned down.
memories turn to ash.
ask me why?
ask me why.
i'll tell it for the better.
what is there to do,
when there's such shitty weather.
sparks will fly up from the anvil,
as i hit the iron hammer.
they will burn me.
they will hit me.
they will singe me,
they will get me.
then the water drips.
let's go sink ships.
let's drink until we are not fit.
twist the wheel, and take a risk.
trickle trickle from the fist.
my infastructure turns to ash.
i am short on breath and cash.
where can we turn to?
the sheep are silent.
where can we turn to?
the people are violent.
here we will sit, we will cry, we will wait.
when the ship's going down the captain will relate.
here we go.
the house burned down.
here we go,
around, and around.
the ship is water-logged.
my mind is completely bogged.
let's go sink ships.
let's lock our lips.
grind til it hurts,
we'll work our hips.
break off the songs,
the silent reprise.
look at this face.
look at these eyes.
hear me when i speak to you.
here i sit, so well-to-do.
the sheep are plugged in,
ready for the night.
i watch them sleep.
i crawl for their light.
the house is gone.
the ship is sunk.
to hell with every thought,
that's ever been thunk.
we'll fuck and we'll fuck,
as the sky crashes down.
a blanket to hold us,
as we cling to this town.