High strung and poorly hung 
I think we're much too young 
I hear a sound from your left lung 
A melody so beautifuly sung 

Sarkasm spread your wings 
Oh, what sweet joy it brings 
'Come home' the whole town sings 
They will greet us like kings 

To everyones delight 
We crash at the speed of light 
So deep in the whitest white 
This could have been our burial site 

Well ok, I am here for the loyalist 
I wanna see its face 
And ok, I am here for the loyalist 
This is the nesting place 
Ok, ok, ok 

High strung and poorly hung 
I think we're much too young 
I hear a sound from your left lung 
A melody so beautifuly sung 

Well ok, i am here for the loyalist 
I wanna see its face 
And ok, i am here for the loyalist 
This is the nesting place 
Ok, ok, ok 

Well ok, ok, ok