So come on out with it, even traitors fly a flag for something.

I wrote a hymn for drowning sailors and no poets, it reads:

‘Just feed me to the earth’

If rolling blackouts hit my nervous system I’m all hers, but

No really, I’m fine, I just live the best life at the worst times

But ours is not to wonder why I am hell in mine and haunted

Ghosts of skull fractures and dauntless campaigns

Now I got panic in spades

In spades, I got panic in spades

In spades, in spades I got panic in spades

So passed the Basement Crew, took up new homes along the east coast.

Lost Generation in flames, in flames.

We are luminaries and these are our best days passing right before our eyes.

But no, really, I’m fine, I just live the best life at the worst times

But ours is not to wonder why I am hell in mine and haunted

Ghosts of skull fractures and dauntless campaigns

Now I got panic in spades

In spades, I got panic in spades

In spades, I got panic, well I got panic

Well thank the holy ghost for bad news in black envelopes

Well thank the holy ghost for bad news, for bad news

No really I’m fine I just live the best life at the worst times.

I’m fine.

I am hell in mine and haunted,

Ghosts of skull fractures and dauntless campaigns

Now I got panic in spades

In spades, I got panic in spades

In spades, in spades I got panic.