Cottonwood Firing Squad
the walrus
I see the shoreline from miles away
Tie off at the docks, we shoot up on the bay
I don’t remember so I don’t pretend
That this ship ain’t been sinking since I don’t know when
This ship has been sinking since I don’t know when
With a pile of needles rests at our toes
I will be high as the cold wind blows
I will be high as the cold wind blows