These are the sentiments
Of a cold-blooded cynic
So believe me when I say
I would love nothing more
Than for everything
To end unpleasantly
Concrete shoes, rising tide
Grey skies let none survive
Don't say I didn't warn you
I would rather see your face in hell
Than speak another word
Of this perfect world
I would rather see your face in hell
Than speak another word
Of this perfect world
Of this perfect world
Oh, to be buried beneath the waves
A sailor's grave is all I crave
Bury me
(Bury me)
5000 fathoms deep
And leave my bones for the depths
Of a cold-blooded cynic
So believe me when I say
I would love nothing more
Than for everything
To end unpleasantly
Concrete shoes, rising tide
Grey skies let none survive
Don't say I didn't warn you
I would rather see your face in hell
Than speak another word
Of this perfect world
I would rather see your face in hell
Than speak another word
Of this perfect world
Of this perfect world
Oh, to be buried beneath the waves
A sailor's grave is all I crave
Bury me
(Bury me)
5000 fathoms deep
And leave my bones for the depths
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