Coming out of sydney
Country music playing
Cursing all of them who stayed

In the city
I own this city
Get drunker than a poet who just got paid

And i'm finally hoping
That i'll be torn open
So that every word i say is true

The words i'm shouting
While i work it out
In case trouble takes me and i don't make it through

You have to ship my body home
Ship my body home
All i ever wanted was to finish what i started
But there's no way i could do it on my own
You have to ship my body home

Driving through the mountains
Cutting through the night time
Stopping now and then to wonder why

I left the city
The quiet city
I killed its memory just to watch it die

And i'm finally hoping
That i'll be torn open
So that every word i say is true

The words you're hearing
While i make it clear
In case trouble takes me and i don't make it through

You have to ship my body home
Ship my body home
All i ever wanted was to finish what i started
But there's no way i could do it on my own
You have to ship my body
Ship my body
Ship my body
All i ever wanted was to finish what i started
So ship my body
All i ever wanted was to finish what i started
So ship my body
All i ever wanted was
All i ever wanted was
All i ever wanted once i finished what i started
Was to ship my body home