We will fix these wrecked-up ships, plank by plank We will rebuild this town, brick by brick We will mend our broken, blackened hearts, song by song Song by song Call the press, this story's a phony Tell Mr. Jesus Christ to pull the plank out of your very own eye So we can get this ship a-sailing So we can get this ship a-sailing (Before the flood comes in) (Before the flood comes in) Before the flood comes in, alright One day all you will see Our time here was meant to be You can push us but we'll only shove you harder The difference is in the trade and bu*ter Sort yourself out before you rummage in my shelves Looks like you caught yourself in your own web, in your own web No self-worth, ??? ain't got a shadow
And black mascara, black mascara All your mascara, all that mascara All your mascara, too much mascara Call the press, this story's a phony Tell Mr. Jesus Christ to pull the plank out of your very own eye So we can get this ship a-sailing So we can get this ship a-sailing (Before the flood comes in) (Before the flood comes in) Before the flood comes in, alright What a pity it is that you'll never understand What a life it is, living under command One day all you will see Our time here was meant to be Guidance is needed in your music and it shows, shows We'll be here to read the lines as they go, go Go go, go We will mend our broken, blackened hearts, song by song Song by song