Our boots and clothes are all in pawn Go down, ye blood red roses, Go down. And its flamin' drafty 'round Cape Horn, Go down, ye blood red roses, Go down. Oh, ye pinks and posies, Go down, ye blood red roses, Go down. My dear old mother said to me, Go down, ye blood red roses, Go down. My dearest son, come home from sea. Go down, ye blood red roses, Go down. Oh, ye pinks and posies, Go down, ye blood red roses, Go down. It's 'round Cape Horn we all must go Go down, ye blood red roses, Go down. 'Round Cape Horn in the frost and snow. Go down, ye blood red roses, Go down. Oh, ye pinks and posies, Go down, ye blood red roses, Go down. You've got your advance, and to sea you'll go Go down, ye blood red roses, Go down. To chase them whales through the frost and snow. Go down, ye blood red roses, Go down. Oh, ye pinks and posies, Go down, ye blood red roses, Go down. It's 'round Cape Horn you've got to go, Go down, ye blood red roses, Go down. For that is where them whalefish blow. Go down, ye blood red roses, Go down. Oh, ye pinks and posies, Go down, ye blood red roses, Go down. It's growl you may, but go you must, Go down, ye blood red roses, Go down. If you growl too much your head they'll bust. Go down, ye blood red roses, Go down. Oh, ye pinks and posies, Go down, ye blood red roses, Go down. Just one more pull and that will do Go down, ye blood red roses, Go down. For we're the boys to kick her through. Go down, ye blood red roses, Go down. Oh, ye pinks and posies, Go down, ye blood red roses, Go down.

Heard that crystal cry last night I didn't know what to say All we believed in got swept away And it hurt so bad I thought, oh he's got me Oh he's got me like an ache Yes it hurt so bad I feel down the drain now I'm a fake Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh A fighter born to be a writer He used to call me an all nighter Filled to the edge with life Shut your mouth I've got something to say It's not only you that has been betrayed in this season We've got so many miles to walk away Bleeding, hurting what's your question Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh A fighter born to be a writer He used to call me an all nighter Filled to the edge with life A fighter upside down most of the time I go in and out of them crimes It's my how to be a writer

Ohh... How it goes... In this stubborn town? No one seems to know... How to get around... Oneself. We see what we are And we do what we teach Let me preach in my world! Oh, how it goes? Say something... Anything... Do something... Don't let me stand on this land And be ashamed. Guilty of blame. I too carry shame! The Sun is always there If we care to care. Oh ohh ohhh Like the wind is deep within We all have our sins Now say something... Anything... Ohhh, oh oh ohh Do something... Anything... Anything... Come on say something... Do something... Anything... The smallest thing of your silence Kills us!