When we arrive, sons and daughters,
We'll make our homes on the water.
We'll build our walls of aluminum,
We'll fill our mouths with cinnamon now.
These currents pull us 'cross the border,
Steady your boats arms to shoulder,
'Til tides all pull our hull aground,
Making this calm harbor now home.
Take up your arms, sons and daughters,
We will arise from the bunkers.
By land, by sea, by dirigible,
We'll leave our tracks untraceable now.


Hear all the bombs, they fade away.
Hear all the bombs, they fade away.
Hear all the bombs, they fade away.