Ma ma-ma ma-ma 
What can you see? 
The miraculous image of sound washed ashore 
Hurts me to see 
Murderous pa-pa 
Chocolate ca-ca 
Desolate ma-ma 
You are urgent messages 
Ma-ma 
Open your mouth and let the gold coins fall 
It's the sail of the century 
It's the sail of the century [bad word] lady run 
We can feel the [bad word] 
We feel like babies in the brine 
We feel like babies in the brine 
We feel like babies in the brine 
Ma-ma 
Murderous chocolate 
God saved me from drowning 
Then kicked me to death on the beach 
What's hit is history 
What's missed is mystery 
And the miraculous image of sound washed ashore 
Mam-ma, what can you see? 
Mam-ma, what can you see?