Foxhunting Cuervito
Hold your head above the water
Hold yourself a lamb to slaughter
I'll take you under my wing
The winds are picking up
I'll make you into something
Going into tough
I could stand all day waiting for your call
Waste my life away on nothing much at all
All that you can say is "everything's so droll in the hurricane"
Now can you weather the storm?
The winds are picking
And can you hold out for more
Going into tough
Let us hold out for another miracle
Get away before we hit the pinnacle
If it's such a bore, then why are you so still on the ocean floor?