We drink to those lost at sea Who never made it of the beach To those who won't make it home Buried in the salty deep
While these sons that we knew so well Without a care or a chance in hell Laid their life on the line And [...] so their brothers could live to tell
So my brother could live to tell
The ocean never looked so deep With the moon shining down on me I never [...] before [...] foreign shores [...]
So old man pour another couple rounds on me Keep ’em coming and right in reach Being shellshocked[?][...] While I'm dying for a stiffer drink
We're dying on a line[?] No god there to hear our plea We’ve been laid out and [...] No blood here left to bleed
Drink to those lost at sea Who never made it of the beach To those who won't make it home Buried in the salty deep
While these sons that we knew so well Without a care or a chance in hell Laid their life on the line And [...] so their brothers could live to tell
So old man pour another couple rounds on me Keep 'em coming and right in reach Being shellshocked[?][...]
We're dying on a line[?] No god there to hear our plea We've been laid out and [...]
So my brother could live to tell So my brother and I...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
