Coming out of sydney

Country music playing

Cursing all of them who stayed



In the city

I own this city

Get drunker than a poet who just got paid



And i'm finally hoping

That i'll be torn open

So that every word i say is true



The words i'm shouting

While i work it out

In case trouble takes me and i don't make it through



You have to ship my body home

Ship my body home

All i ever wanted was to finish what i started

But there's no way i could do it on my own

You have to ship my body home



Driving through the mountains

Cutting through the night time

Stopping now and then to wonder why



I left the city

The quiet city

I killed its memory just to watch it die



And i'm finally hoping

That i'll be torn open

So that every word i say is true



The words you're hearing

While i make it clear

In case trouble takes me and i don't make it through



You have to ship my body home

Ship my body home

All i ever wanted was to finish what i started

But there's no way i could do it on my own

You have to ship my body

Ship my body

Ship my body

All i ever wanted was to finish what i started

So ship my body

All i ever wanted was to finish what i started

So ship my body

All i ever wanted was

All i ever wanted was

All i ever wanted once i finished what i started

Was to ship my body home