We could just leave tomorrow, never ever see any sorrow
and we'll sleep in the ocean, far from all [bad word] And [bad word] and we hide, from the slow assassination tide
And [bad word] and we fight, our skin is our only home tonight
Hey, Hey, Hey the fadeaway
We could sneak out while they're sleeping, resculpt the world the way we dream it
and we'll sleep in the ocean, far from all [bad word]