The Dutch Fist Lyrics

Thee More Shallows The Dutch Fist

inching forward single file
in the old tainted
malaria mosquito haze
on the deck (garbled)

one more time you strain your neck
for one last glimpse of your young fine wife
tied ankle to ankle
boarding a different ship

fast forward two hundred years
the dutch fist has adjusted its grip
the bank branch fat manages bosses
are using credit like they used to use a whip

chorus (repeats in background):
they change your name
they make you pay

they took your favorite dream
but they can't sell you a house

it's familiar at least
and you take it sitting down

in indiana where you get off the train
consider bringing a whip to hunt them down