Box Song

I push the boat into the sea
It’s only fair that it be me
I’m a rower, rower, rower
I look in deep over the side
Into the black rolling eye’s
And they’re lowered, lowered, lowered
He has been robbed of his desire
Here comes the blood, chimneys afire
And it’s over, over, over

And no one can reach me
And no one can reach me where I’ve gone
Far behind those ivy strangled walls
And for now you’re the i.v. in my arms

And no one can reach me

You’ve got complaints, I’ve got the time
They’ve got the phone, it’s your dime
I’m a shoulder, shoulder, shoulder
No more regrets no more guilt
All bayonets pushed to the hilt
We’re all soldiers, soldiers, soldiers
5:58 early morn’
My heroes are dead and I’m reborn
And I’m over, over, overjoyed

Chorus