Teksty: The Young Knives. Turn Tail.

These are my hands, these are brick walls
Men can break down brick walls
Men can break down brick walls
These are my hands, these are brick walls
Men can break down brick walls
Men can break down brick walls

Where are the spoils? Where are the treats?
I've been worked to the bone
I've been worked off my feet
Head in my hands, hands in the soil
I've been cheated and stripped of my perfect retreat

We're all slaves on this ship
We're all slaves on this ship, this ship's sinking
We will not reach the shore
We will not reach the shore, reach the shore

My back is sore, so I sleep on the floor
With the dust and the leaves
That blew under the door
These are my chores, these are my chores
I must not show the strain

We're all slaves on this ship
We're all slaves on this ship, this ship's sinking
We will not reach the shore
We will not reach the shore, reach the shore

This ship's sinking
This ship's sinking
This ship's sinking

Turn tail and run, turn tail and run
I will turn tail and run
I will turn tail and run
Turn tail and run, turn tail and run
I will turn tail and run
I will turn tail and run

Turn tail and run, turn tail and run
I will turn tail and run
I will turn tail and run
Turn tail and run, turn tail and run
I will turn tail and run

Swim to the coast, boat full of ghosts
Jump from the prow, jump from the prow
Swim to the coast, boat full of ghosts
Jump from the prow, jump from the prow
Jump from the prow, jump from the prow
Jump from the prow, jump from the prow

Turn tail and run, turn tail and run
I will turn tail and run
I will turn tail and run
Turn tail and run, turn tail and run
I will turn tail and run
I will turn tail and run

We're all slaves on this ship
We're all slaves on this ship, this ship's sinking
We will not reach the shore
We will not reach the shore, reach the shore

This ship's sinking
This ship's sinking
This ship's sinking

Turn tail and run, turn tail and run
I will turn tail and run
I will turn tail and run