Alpha Chum Gatherer

The Mountain Goats
Rise up real early shaking
try and steady my hand
Make my way down to the water
Sail a half a mile from land
See where the sharks have been feeding
out on the ocean alone
and I scrutinize the carnage
like it was the goddamn Rosetta Stone
When I crack
that secret code
It’s sure to lighten my load
Won’t you come out sailing with me
Into the warmth of the afternoon
Scoop up the guts and brains
Drizzle them into a plastic bag
Watch them drop onto the deck
Feel the day drag
And when I get back to the car
it’s like a furnace inside
I head on down the highway
throttle open wide
Back home in the high heat
I spill out all my presents for you
There’s blood all over the floor now
What are we going to do
Won’t you come out sailing with me
Into the warmth
warmth of the afternoon