| Song | Dutch Slaver |
| Artist | Thee More Shallows |
| Album | Monkey vs Shark |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:41.224] | What could be true does not interest you at all |
| [00:51.134] | As if you knew every new fact obscures the truth |
| [01:00.870] | A mad orange slave on a slaver ship at dawn |
| [01:10.139] | Squinting your eyes and counting waves |
| [01:41.694] | But shot back from traveling on a shuttle bus full of queasiness |
| [01:50.914] | Headed home and hurtling forward towards a certain doom |
| [01:57.460] | As the rain on the windshield streaks down the glass |
| [02:05.717] | You notice a fissure, a glinting gold splinter then a sickening crack as your neck snaps and takes you back |
| [02:35.976] | To a different Dutch slaver passing curving cliffs at dawn |
| [02:45.600] | With grandpa’s fat wraith directing you onward |
| [02:55.099] | While his insect lieutenants hack limbs off with their swords |
| [03:05.256] | You squint your eyes and count waves |
| [00:41.224] | What could be true does not interest you at all |
| [00:51.134] | As if you knew every new fact obscures the truth |
| [01:00.870] | A mad orange slave on a slaver ship at dawn |
| [01:10.139] | Squinting your eyes and counting waves |
| [01:41.694] | But shot back from traveling on a shuttle bus full of queasiness |
| [01:50.914] | Headed home and hurtling forward towards a certain doom |
| [01:57.460] | As the rain on the windshield streaks down the glass |
| [02:05.717] | You notice a fissure, a glinting gold splinter then a sickening crack as your neck snaps and takes you back |
| [02:35.976] | To a different Dutch slaver passing curving cliffs at dawn |
| [02:45.600] | With grandpa' s fat wraith directing you onward |
| [02:55.099] | While his insect lieutenants hack limbs off with their swords |
| [03:05.256] | You squint your eyes and count waves |
| [00:41.224] | What could be true does not interest you at all |
| [00:51.134] | As if you knew every new fact obscures the truth |
| [01:00.870] | A mad orange slave on a slaver ship at dawn |
| [01:10.139] | Squinting your eyes and counting waves |
| [01:41.694] | But shot back from traveling on a shuttle bus full of queasiness |
| [01:50.914] | Headed home and hurtling forward towards a certain doom |
| [01:57.460] | As the rain on the windshield streaks down the glass |
| [02:05.717] | You notice a fissure, a glinting gold splinter then a sickening crack as your neck snaps and takes you back |
| [02:35.976] | To a different Dutch slaver passing curving cliffs at dawn |
| [02:45.600] | With grandpa' s fat wraith directing you onward |
| [02:55.099] | While his insect lieutenants hack limbs off with their swords |
| [03:05.256] | You squint your eyes and count waves |