Colin Meloy 2006
The Decembrists: Sons & Daughters
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1MsDPtPCpZ4
When we arrive, sons and daughters We’ll make our homes on the water We’ll build our walls 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 cold harbour 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 [Outro] Hear all the bombs fade away (x however many you want)