Like something idiotic rising up
And out of the sea, here he comes
Barely walking like a biped towards me
Covered in blood and with two bums
Oh, this would be better over the phone
Our father tried to offer him up to the sun
"Take him from me before I rip out his tongue"
Yet we shall overcome, what we have become
Yes, her ghost will wander down the shore
Don't be so dumb, look here she comes
As translucent as a lying child shoplifting gum
She almost runs
Yet we can't overcome, what we have yet to become