Wrecking Boats (Moss)

Stop that lying overtime

You’re gonna get me fired from this job of mine

Reaching the parts that others don’t

Sweet lady on this broken coast oh, oh oh

Wrecking Boats

Many times you taught me how

To be much smarter than I can be now

Just like a ship sailing to close

Prettiest lady on the coast oh, oh, oh

Wrecking boats

We are happy down here sharing a bottle or two

Does this milk of human kindness

Tastes like, taste like, tastes like meths to you

Guitar Solo

Time goes flying and leaves me here

But there in the distance I reappear

Just like a siren or a ghost

This painted lady on the coast

Wrecking Boats

Making idle boasts

Wrecking Boats

Copyright Moss Songs 1995