Back to the city
In the costume of a penguin
I network with the dolphins
and the fat cats are laughing
What's the point to be on track?
In a race with a wolfpack?
A Prozac in my backpack
Does the sound of a whiplash feels good to me?
But as far I can see, you crave to be free
And feel just like me that call of the sea.
Are we all seamen inside?
Are we all seamen inside?
[Instrumental/ vocal break]
Kids in circles clamoring for a change
Fear has vanished now we make a plan.
Are we all seamen inside?
Are we all seamen inside?
Are we all seamen inside?
Are we all seamen inside?