Drink to all that came before
'Cause there will be nothing more
A farewell to our friends
These actions must come to be
Ordained by entropy
The time has come to cleanse
Crash crash the skies
Burn the bridges shield your eyes
Whoa
All I ever wanted to do was just
Throw the heathens overboard.
It doesn't take a closer look to see all of the rust
A solid plan and good ideas will turn it all to dust.
Add up all our sympathy it doesn't equal much overboard.