Shipyards

And throw the fishermen lines close the shipyards and mines

Leaving only the water we still have old wives tales

About the old days deep lonely waters the old days

The old days deep lonely waters the old days

We climb hills all the time the riddles in our minds

And this I don't mind but the hills in our minds

Can not be measured in miles and it's 'Catcher In The Rye'

Feed the fishermen lies beat a bibliophile

It's an even colder climate there was rhythm and rhyme

The rhythm dies but the rhyme is alive

Rhyme is alive rhyme is alive

The rhyme is alive rhyme is alive rhyme's alive

Play real life monopoly it has real people real lives

That game for unarming the family of young and old

Now getting caught cold the small and wry smurf that says

As he'll vote he's saying it's we have sin are you in

We'll have to fight for them again soon and it's the deluxe game

With *morality clean* they own the water the whole company

They own they own this country the whole fucking thing

Throw the fishermen *lines* close the shipyards and mines

Leaving only the water we'll still have old wives tales

About the old days deep lonely waters the old days

The old days deep lonely waters the old days

The old days see they *can* for there they go the old days