The waves all keep on crashing by
Will soon proclaim itself a God
And they're coming close to the shore sir, shore sir
If you point your questions
Get ready for the fire
Give a piece of your ass
From a well trained eye
Then you own the working class
You better give a piece of ass
If you are the light post
You better get ready for the fire
But if you want the answers
Running the ships ashore
We need to evacuate the light post
The orange light that follows
The fog will surely chew you up
Warning, post hypnotic suggestions
But if you want the answers
The ships are multiplying day after day sir
