You Are Facing The Wrong Way Lyrics - Until The Horror Goes - John Congleton

There will be no peace here at sea 

There will be no peace for the seamen 

There will be no comfort in things 

There will be no comfortable earthlings 

They're going down with the ship 

We spit on our hands and we go back to work 

We roll up our sleeves and prepare for the worst 

Mom slips open her robe to delivery boys 

To vagrant her infirm little body 

Carve her name in cement so she dare not lament we are men 

Skin and bones no apologies 

We're going down with the ship 

And you could've had it all 

We held it right in our hands 

It's a truth that will slip through your fingers 

It's a beauty that we could have had 

And we are just biology 

We could have stayed in the trees 

Where enlightenment that never lingers 

An existence with no poetry 

A body bag 

A body bag 

A body bag 

I require a body bag 

I'm going down with the ship 

And you could've had it all 

You held it right in your hands 

It's the truth that will slip through your fingers 

It's a beauty that we could have had 

Someday this could all be yours 

But you chose to stay on all fours 

Where enlightenment that never lingers 

An existence with no poetry