Off the Map - Lagerstein

Holy shit, we’re off the map!

No rivers, no mountains, no footprint tracks

Three sheets to the wind has got us lost

Sailing over the ocean’s falls we see our ships going down!

Take this drink right from my hand

I’ll steer us back to land

Before we go to the darker side of

This, this black hole, this abyss

I feel us sinking down

But with my crew I know that we can sail

To the edge of the sea

To see what may be

A wreckage so vast

Where men draw their last breath

We’re off the map

There’s no turning back

Brace up the sails and ride with me!

The mast is torn to shreds

We hang on by a thread

As shoes and beer bongs fly around me

Waves come crashing in

Our ship begins to spin

I’ll meet you on the other side and we’ll fly