Cold cold comfort this ground's cold comfort
Cold cold comfort this ground's cold comfort
But we'll make our home here
We'll make our home here
Calling captains of industry
Your ships have been grounded
Your crews have perished in rocky seas
Now we'll see to their ashes
We'll make our name here
We'll make our names here
But we'll fake our glory
We'll fake our glory
The clock has come unwound
So the rescue's abandoned
Our ships have all run aground
Killing sinners and sailors
To the resurrection
To the resurrection
Bide time until the resurrection
Well I was interred
And I was exhumed
When I was returned to the ground
The cold cold ground
I heard somebody
Brought down their last defence
And ran us aground
Tonight the ship's going down
I hope somebody
Called for an ambulance
To take us home tonight
The ship's going down
Drop our anchor
We'll drop our anchor
And we'll sink this city
We'll sink this city
Call the kings of prosody
Wearing crowns on their teeth
Because we need 11 hours of clemency
Before our offer's rejected
Drop anchor and build up a monument
We're giving it up to the sunken states
This ship is going down