Lyrics

True shipbuilding New America And take it as it comes Old cliche The split milk levee breaks on you Like honest C.I.A If all hands pull one way The world will fall on you Into the right time to leave Make sure you take what you need (and more) The sails are made out of your sleeve And the wind made by you Don't say you love me Don't say that you care Don't say that you need me Because I won't be, I promise you True shipbuilding And your wet guitar And no two wishes more You may like your money And Sam's magic parlor shoes I am the only one you need Make sure you take what you need (and more) It's settled up And we could leave by tomorrow afternoon