They Don’t Call It “The South” for Nothing

Make waves, make waves, I’m sea
It’s all you can take
Come back, back down now
I’m drifting away
Away!

Your ship’s sunk, it’s gone down, now your captain is dead
Your saints become sailors, when my ocean is fed by these
Bloody waters, mark my words, come on

Alright I want you all to clap along and sing with me:
When I said I’d fight back, I didn’t say that I’d fight fair
I said I’d fight back, I didn’t say that I’d fight fair
I said I’d fight back, I didn’t say that I’d fight fair
I said I’d fight back, I didn’t say that I’d fight fair
Salt your eyes

Sleep with all the fishes
The waves start the flood that’s drowning yourself
Broken, then we’ll salt your eyes
No wind, this sound

Waves, make waves
Back down, stop drifting away
Come back, come back, it’s all you can take
We’ll pour salt in your eyes
We’ll pour salt in your eyes
I said I’d fight back, I didn’t say that I’d fight fair
I said I’d fight back, I didn’t say that I’d fight fair