I'm Sorry I Sang on Your Hands That Have Been in the Grave
Carry on, carry on, carry on, ba-dum, ba-dum Carry on, carry on, carry on, ba-dum, ba-dum If you are a teacher I am a vessel, oh So carry on, carry on, carry on, ba-dum, ba-dum
There are ones that lie And ones that lie underground The first ones lie; The second one I lie about. Carry on.
Think it’s a sign, where we’re shooting the sun? Ba-dum, da-dum I put a flag where it didn’t belong, ba-dum, da-dum. You got a heart and I got this big, big, lance You’re a hunter; I’ll tend the gun, ba-dum, ba-dum.
No learned has seen the lakes And I know your hands have Been in the grave You beat the path down; Will you beat the path down? I will follow the hunter and see what you take.
I don’t only want to swim with you; I don’t only want to swim with you; I don’t only want to swim, swim, swim In the water that you claim or has claimed you. I don’t really want to swim with you; I don’t really want to swim with you; I don’t really want to swim, swim, swim In the water that you claim or has claimed you.
Da-da da-dum-dum… Carry on…
I don’t really want to swim, swim, swim In the water that you claim or has claimed you…