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If I wasn't just one kid standing on another kid's Shoulders in a trench coat you'd be in trouble, buddy If I was an innertube rolling down the quad city river In the summer I'd be hauling something tubby To the coast where the bones pick up like the ship ribs I played hide and seek with the bleach-boned kids They asked who I was and so I ran and I hid They asked who I was and so I ran and I hid In the belly on the whale with a candle and a pen In the belly on the whale with a candle and a pen And it's my lucky day when the tide rolls in The new ribcages of the dead young men Mandibles and bows and sterns Captains that it seems ain't never gonna learn I gotta go back I don't care if it was killing me I gotta go back you're unbearable like this I gotta go back 'cuz goddamnit, you're right I didn't wanna wake up in this place tonight Now all I hear is the bitching and moaning Fools barely keeping up with where they're come-and-going This tired argument is the only one you've ever known I'm gonna get going my path is a-showin' SongtexteIt's a long way home To the belly on the whale with a candle and a pen The belly on the whale with a candle and a pen And it's my lucky day when the tide rolls in The new ribcages of the dead young men Alright, the new ribcages of the dead young men Yeah, the new ribcages of the dead young men Come on, the new ribcages of the dead young men The new ribcages of the dead young men Aus Songtexte Mania