We started too revealing We’d settle for a nod All those pictures on the ceiling Unashamed of who we are We’ll fight upon a feeling And suffer thru your gods Everyone loves the ocean Everyone loves their gun
And we love what we do Though we are lost We love what we do Yeah, it’s our silent revolution
So we searched for deeper meaning Yeah, we picked apart the plot But those pictures were misleading Now we’re not sure who we are We’ll fight upon a feeling And suffer thru your gods Everyone loves the ocean Everyone loves their gun