Built to walk the plank,nNo wagons this time,nJust sails ships and hearts,nWe've crossed the maps of punk rock,nAnd taken all we mock,nAnd tied it up with ropes around our hands,nWe're going to take this to our graves,n(To our sea graves),nThe Pacific Ocean is a lot warmer,nWhere the anchors sleep sound,nOur religion is better,nWhere we can't preach and hound,nDown here the tombstones are so beautiful,nWith such perfect quotes,nDied trying to save this ship,nDied trying to save the saviors,nWho were out to save the world.n