as territorial as the world that we live in
and it’s said the undertow is grim
but now it’s time to swim
we’re going into the atlantic
into the atlantic
you know we’re going down

and back in the day when they used to hunt for witches
they’d need to see if they’d float or they would drown
before they burned them down
we’re going into the atlantic
into the atlantic
you see we’re going down

bodies in suits with feet dipped in cement
raw sewage and seagull excrement
exploding mines and fishing lines and rusty bits of tins
animal waste and empty bottles of gin
and the r.m.s. titatic
we’re going into the atlantic
into the atlantic
you see we’re going down
as soon as you put your foot in the water
your descent is started
the bulk of the bottom is uncharted
but in places there’s lava flowing
treasure hunters armed with their tools
treasure hunters looking for jewels
you try to be easy going but you may just want to fly
but you’re down so low you can’t see the sky
just a goldfish swimming by

so here’s a word to yourself or someone like you
you gotta learn to take it on the chin
take your towel, and throw it in
it’s going into the atlantic
into the atlantic
you know you’re going down

and when it’s time to baptize your own baby
just never mind that dorsal fin
and throw a little morsel in
it’s going into the atlantic
into the atlantic
your baby’s going down
going into the atlantic
going into the atlantic
your baby’s gonna drown
you’re going into the atlantic
into the atlantic
your baby’s gonna die