We drink to those lost at sea
Who never made it of the beach
To those who won't make it home
Buried in the salty deep
While these sons that we knew so well
Without a care or a chance in hell
Laid their life on the line
[...] so their brothers could live to tell
So my brother could live to tell
The ocean never looked so deep
With the moon shining down on me
I never [...] before [...] foreign shores
[...]
So old man pour another couple rounds on me
Keep 'em coming and right in reach
Be it shellshock, or heartbreak
Well I'm dying for a stiffer drink
We're dying on a line
No god there to hear our plea
We've been laid out and desperate
No blood here left to bleed
Drink to those lost at sea
Who never made it of the beach
To those who won't make it home
Buried in the salty deep
While these sons that we knew so well
Without a care or a chance in hell
Laid their life on the line
And [...] so their brothers could live to tell
So old man pour another couple rounds on me
Keep 'em coming and right in reach
Be it shellshock, or heartbreak
We're dying on a line
No god there to hear our plea
We've been laid out and desperate
So my brother could live to tell
So my brother and I...