whatcha gonna do for the rest of your life
whatcha gonna do when you dull that knife
whatcha gonna do when the river runs dry
whatcha gonna do when the waves grow high?

whatcha gonna do when the sky turns black
whatcha gonna do when it's at your back
whatcha gonna see if you close your eyes
what's it gonna be if you believe those lies?

whatcha gonna do when the will is weak
whatcha gonna do when the flesh is sleek
whatcha gonna think when you count to four
whatcha gonna say when you've been here before? 

where you gonna go when you can't get through
whatcha gonna do about the stuff you didn't do?

we speak the king's
you kiss the rings
your birds fly but
why don't they sing?

we'll take the ports
and crush your forts
my beach house is
your last resort

i take a wife
you pull a knife
you shed more blood
i live the life