Sons & Daughters - The Decemberists

When we arrive sons and daughters

We’ll make our homes on the water

We’ll build our walls of aluminum

We’ll fill our mouths with cinnamon now

These currents pull us 'cross the border

Steady your boats arms to shoulder

'Til tides all pull our hull aground

Making this calm harbor now home

Take up your arms sons and daughters

We will arise from the bunkers

By land, by sea, by dirigible

We’ll leave our tracks untraceable now

When we arrive sons and daughters

We’ll make our homes on the water

We’ll build our walls of aluminum

We’ll fill our mouths cinnamon now

When we arrive sons and daughters

We’ll make our homes on the water

We’ll we build our walls of aluminum

We’ll fill our mouths with cinnamon now

When we arrive sons and daughters

We’ll make our homes on the water

We’ll build our walls of aluminum

We’ll fill our mouths cinnamon now

When we arrive sons and daughters

We’ll make our homes on the water

We’ll build our walls aluminum

We’ll fill our mouths cinnamon now

Hear all the bombs, they fade away

Hear all the bombs, they fade away

Hear all the bombs, they fade away