Shrug of the Year

I saw the vortex.
I saw the maelstrom coming up,
I tied these stones to my feet,
and I don't give a good god damn about your sympathy.
You bring the paddle, I'll bring the sea.

I'm quite content with this sacrament.
Baptise me in the deep.
Just leave my body in the foam.
I'll find my own way home.

Yeah I know I did it to myself.
Yeah I've heard that I am dirt.
Yeah I've got a chip on my shoulder,
my friends call me Atlas.

So build my altar from sticks and stones.
Come out in droves, lay down your bones.
So build me my altar from sticks and stones.
Come out in droves, lay down your bones.

I saw the crossroads.
I saw Mephistofeles and I ain't got no soul to lease,
and I don't give a good god damn about your sympathy.
You bring the shovel, I'll help you dig.

I work and toil.
Oh damn this mortal coil.
Back on the bottle, back to the soil.
Just leave me be, oh let me roam.
I'll find my to the throne.

Yeah I know I did it to myself.
Yeah I've heard that I am dirt.
Yeah I got a chip on my shoulder,
my friends call me Atlas.

So build my altar from sticks and stones.
Come out in droves, lay down your bones.
So build me my altar from sticks and stones.
Come out in droves, lay down your bones