And we run through the streets

With our heads held high so they can see

We've been crying

Cuz we're dying

And they see through our skin

And they know just where we've been

Cuz were lying

While you're sighing

And our burns, yes, they're cold

We give out our hands to hold

Cuz we need help

Though this kelp

Then we grab hold and pull

For our contract is now annul

And we push off

I hear the coughs

Then I slip on the rocks

And the sand isn't soft

In the water

It's getting hotter

And our arms feel the burn

As we push on the stern

Our legs aching

Fingers shaking