Music: B.R. Hornsby/Cj Camerieri/Nadia Sirota/Alex Sopp/Hideaki Aomori/Gabriel Cabezas/Rob Moose
We are riding across the bounding main
Steering an old funky-ass bateau, oh
We arrive in time for the dawn of day
Most of us strain to the utmost
And no one does less than his best
So I better get up, better rise up
And take my place on the pulling line
Caulk and duct tape keep us all afloat
It's not good to want a thing too much
Drives luck away down, down the road
But now and then, the air vibrates
And the water roars
And the music of the catch rose up
Like a choir of harps and horns
Everyone strains to the utmost
And no one does less than his best
So I better get up, better rise up
And take my place on the baited line