You're the Patti Mayonnaise to my Doug Funniennnon the bow, barely breathing, waiting for this rising tide to take us away. she's old, but we'll sail it. so let us cast away. this ghost town keeps bringing me down. i'm tired and sick and sick and tired of this. so let us cast away.nnit's time to leave our worries and problems ashore.nnand it burns... burns like a fever dreamnwe sail these seas in need of something more.nnthe wind's pickin' up. let's hope it's on our side.nthis place is our new home.nnbrace yourself we're about to hit rough seas. it's coming down you can hear the ocean scream. we'll rise this out and pray to god, oh please. and when we die we'll swallow water and ghosts we'll be. nin the cabin's safety this fever hates me.nnthis place is our new home.nwe'll drop the anchor and walk along new shores.nwe'll raise a family, give them what we had and more.nnthis place is our new home.n n n n n