So Before we go There’s something you ought to know There are bones In the shipwrecks below Holding their dying pose And they went Clawing for breath Clinging to hope that They would make it

Out Mmm Out

And when The panic sets in And your body betrays you Your screams won’t make a sound You gotta kick like hell And save yourself somehow Knowing you’ll drown Clinging to hope That you might make it

Out Out Out Ohh…

And if You kick till you hit Grab a handful of mud To prove you made it Down