Men Hand Over Your Daughters This Ships Headed For Shore Wives Surrender Your Husbands To The Ocean's Floor And Soon I Will Grow Gill's To Adapt Once More I Pray That This Salt Cures Me For All The Grief I've Caused
And I'll Wash Away So Be There When I Wake
The Holy Ghost Took Your Mother's Eyes Into Her Chest Where The Birth Of Beauty Lies
We Sit At The Right Hand Of Our Father Only To Be Turned Away At His Rusted Gates
The Holy Ghost Took Your Mother's Eyes Into Her Chest Where The Birth Of Beauty Lies
We Sit At The Right Hand Of Our Father Only To Be Told That We're His Bastard Sons