i won't slowly fade into the future with you i'm down in a watery grave with a commanding view forth, from the homeless-man cave down by the shores of Spreckles Lake there's moss on the casters and the brakes when the move their carts right around the lane yeah we need some more muskets to fight this fucked up war i won't slowly fade into the language with you i'm down in a watery grave with a commanding view yeah we need some more muskets to fight this fucked up war