Take me away from the ocean, I’ve already gone away 
I’m already gone 

Take me up north to the blue grass, horse-meat and pharmacies 
I’m already gone 

Board up the house! 
Hide your boys and girls! 
Board up the house! 
Hide your boys and girls! 

We wanted the best for our sweet little September castaway 
I’m already gone 

She’s floating in acetone, covered in [bad word] [bad word] colds 
I’m already gone 

Board up the house! 
Hide your boys and girls! 
Board up the house! 
Hide your boys and girls! 

Board up the house! 
Board up the house! 
Board up the house! 
Board up the house! 
Board up! 

Hide your boys and. . . 
Hide your girls and. . . 
Hide your. . .