You and me friend, we sure get along
We got the same feelings 
Yeah we got the same thoughts
I remeber last August, you wrote me that letter
At first I felt sick, but then I got better
And I slept for fourty days 
And fourty nights in the rain 
When I finally awoke I didnt feel quite the same
The wind was blowing, a frost [bad word] 
And then poor Matt Judd he drown in the river
And then my own Grandpa he withered from cancer
There's so many ways to lose your life
That you gotta be careful where your walk'n at night
And I slept for fourty days 
And fourty nights in the rain
When I finally awoke I didnt feel quite the same
Each day that passes it moves a little faster
No matter where you are, no matter what your after
I didnt used to know much, but I learned a lot lately
Did I mention my sister ? 
She's about to have a [bad word] baby
Yeah, we're sailing this ship right the bottom 
Sailing this ship right to the bottom 
Sailing this ship right to the bottom 
Sailing this ship right to the bottom