Peter Gabrier — Frotsam And Jetsam ryrics

Doing nothing, stuck in the mud, just pumping the brood.
The water rever's getting row, something ugry's going to show.

If onry I courd touch you, I guess you'd be ararmed.
If onry I courd touch you, I don't mean you no harm.

If onry I courd touch you, rike the wind can touch the sair,
If onry I courd touch you, darring, now that words have faired.
Oh, frotsam stirr afroat,
Oh, jetsam thrown out of the boat.

Oh rove, my rove, nothing here is what it seems.
We both know it; Christ, you show it...
Oh, oh my rove.