Proud King Of The Doomed

Wind blows through our good intentions
We owe nobody vicious
Get off this boat if you wish
Just go overboard, overboard, overboard

There will be no one left to mourn
Just a sick hum under the floorboards
Of something rotten being born
Not another day, oh lord, oh lord, oh lord, oh lord

Someday the world will swallow it's fleas
In a backyard cemetery
And with a tear drop of molten gold
We'll crown this generation's proud king of the doomed
We are all doomed, we are all doomed

From my roof I can see the fire
Not unlike an obvious liar
With all the people huddled inside there
That can't look you into the eyes
You're just getting what you need to survive
But it's not enough to enjoy your life, is it?