Dead Men Tell No Tales
I'll be the salt that resides from the water that drains from your eyes;
The sting that burns your open wounds
I'll flood the ground. I swear on your grave, I'll bury this town
But not for me, no never for me
No not for me, no never

We have tested the buoyancy of loyalty
You left our lungs for canteens
You left our ankles for anchors
We thought your arms were tied behind your back
But elastic bands tied your hands
You swim with reckless abandon

Abandon ship! Mayday!
Swim toward shore!
Our captain is overboard!
He punctured holes in the floorboards
To flood the bow just in time to bow out
Abandon ship!
Swim toward shore! (Swim toward shore.)
He's over bored and overboard
But in the wake, we man our own driftwood orphanage
A second-hand sailor's fleet to flee
But in the wake, we man our own driftwood orphanage
Captain is over bored and overboard
Captain (captain) is calling

And there's nothing you can do when water ruins the maps we drew
Mayday! (Mayday!) Mayday!
Save us from this drowning vessel!