Sail with me
Across the sea
So we can see what's going on
Along the way, Red stack the bong
We'll make it tight alright
We'll write the one
That makes her [bad word] The one that makes it so she can't sleep tonight

So bombs away and as they say
Here's to oblivion
And cheers to you
As well it's through
Sound siren
She's still cryin'
It's over, it's over
Sound siren
It's over, it's over

We'll have some fun
Play with a loaded gun
Try not to shoot and kill no one
Cause I would feel like [bad word] But in the same regard
Its getting hard to deal with it
And I'm sick of it
And no place is too far

So Sound Siren

She's still cryin'
It's over, it's over
Sound siren
It's over, it's over