Once again I'm slipping into my feminine ways
Pump creatine and skip leg day
Jump as the titans push [?] underground
Debating would you rather be burned or drowned

Pump this drunk on the stench of eternity
He'll hope our memories are eventual eternity
[?] polish to a mirror for Athena
Goodbye [?]

Before the America's Cup
It was sailors and junkies
Presbyteries and bikies
Before the America's Cup
Never heard of methadone
Never called the shutter home [?]
Never went to bed alone
Alan was a rolling stone

Once again I'm slipping into my harmonic way
[?] soiled that but did [?]
I've got your eyes and I'm jumping of a cliff
Top-heavy hair's will go red in a quiff
Pump back drunk to a debt of uncertainty
Caught in a fantasy of beating maternity

Before the America's Cup
It was sailors and junkies
Presbyteries and bikies
Before the America's Cup
Never heard of methadone
Never called the shutter home
Never went to bed alone
Alan was a rolling stone

Tip-toe, going on some gospel
[?] trying to ship in a mask
The way I see it, don't care how long it takes
Ocean Network Express

Before the America's Cup
It was sailors and junkies
Presbyteries and bikies
Before the America's Cup
Never heard of methadone
Never called the shutter home