when i die put my bones in an empty street to remind me of how it used to be

don't write my name on a stone bring a Coleman lantern and a radio

Cleveland game and two fishing poles and watch with me from the shore

ghostly steel and iron ore ships coming home

where i am paralyzed by the emptiness(x4)

clearly iron age beasts you can tell by the rust and the chains

and by the oil that they bleed the crew and crows fly the skulls and bones

they fly the colors of their homes i fly the cross of the blue factory flame

stitched with heavy sulpher thread/threat

they ain't proud colors but they're true colors of my home

where i am paralyzed by the emptiness (x4)

every mile for ten thousand miles and every year for a thousand years

every night for a thousand more i hear them calling

they never say to come home (x2)

where i am paralyzed by the emptiness(x4)