Let's say flotation suits me fine
Don't need that ending till it's time
And even when the choice is mine,
I want your stale-bread scent

Won't face that same old sleep tonight,
I need to swing out till it's tight
And what I'm choosing is the right,
To fight like all my friends

I'm never going east
Until they give the missing reasons
Get to play another waster,
Come to turn these offers down

If you say we're wrong,
Then I guess we're wrong

Here it is and it's waiting for the...