| Song | Drowning Men |
| Artist | The Adverts |
| Album | Crossing the Red Sea With the Adverts (2011) |
| Uncharted wrecks of wonder. | |
| In deepest gloom down under. | |
| The drowning men are drawing near. | |
| We're the subterranean vandals, | |
| Tying air lines around door handles. | |
| Adventures don't venture here. | |
| We're the drowning men. | |
| We're the drowned men. | |
| The mutant freaks fantastical. | |
| Knife's edge, unreal or actual. | |
| Ambition stunted, the future fated. | |
| Shall we rise from sunken places. | |
| Walk the streets, unnatural, graceless. | |
| Wipe the smile from your faces. | |
| If we can make it. |