WELL, VEGAS BUSTED FRED, BOBBY BUSTED FLO, WHEN YOU’VE GIVEN ALL YOU GOT
WHERE YOU GONNA GO?
OH NO, OH NOOOOOO
A SHOT THERE TO THE HEAD, FINAL STAND, A FINAL NOTE
WHEN YOU’VE GIVEN ALL YOU GOT
HOW YOU GONNA GO?
OH NO, OH NO
SUN HAS GONE TO BED, NORTH WINDS BEGIN TO BLOW
SKY IS GLOWING RED, WAVES COMMENCE TO GROW
SAILOR’S FINAL GASP, MAD DECEMBER MOON
CRADLED BY THE TIDES, LAID OUT BY THE DUNES
MIND HAS SLIPPED ITS GRASP, HEART ALREADY SLOW
WHEN THERE IS BUT NOTHING LEFT, PERHAPS, IT IS TIME TO GO