Besedila: Ben Lee. Breathing Tornados. Ship My Body Home.

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 we're 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
And 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