inching forward single filenin the old taintednmalaria mosquito hazenon the deck (garbled)nnone more time you strain your necknfor one last glimpse of your young fine wifentied ankle to anklenboarding a different shipnnfast forward two hundred yearsnthe dutch fist has adjusted its gripnthe bank branch fat manages bossesnare using credit like they used to use a whipnnchorus (repeats in background):nthey change your namenthey make you paynnthey took your favorite dreamnbut they can't sell you a housennit's familiar at leastnand you take it sitting downnnin indiana where you get off the trainnconsider bringing a whip to hunt them down