I can be a handful
I heard you and offen
ded mornin' ones
I'm going down to Port Campbell
And I won't be back for months
I paddled out on a six -ten,
I knew I was slightly undergun
I was so far in the death pit
I decided I'd wait out for the bom b
An hour and a half,
arms of spaghetti
That's when your planning starts to fade
I thought I'd sit inside and jag a small one
I felt so loud,
the rhythm on that day
One came my way,
I grabbed my reel and pulled in
I even tried to give the lip a whack
There was a short hold down,
but I was stoked and came
out black then
And then the whole horizon
turned to black
And then the whole horizon
turned to black
Well, you probably guessed,
but it was howlin' offshore
And I feathered up forever
above the pack
And I paddled so hard
I thought I almost could have made it
And then I caught the lip
up on my back
Then I caught the lip up
on my back
There are times in life
when we're not scared of death
I tried to find that place
and regulate my breath
I thought of how I blew it,
I should have made you my wife
I prepared for the
hold -down of my life
As I prepared for the hold
-down of my life
Well, I broke my morning leg
on the first impact
Alive or dead, I could hardly tell
And panic was completely
out of the question
Ragdoll in a washing
machine from hell
Well, the darkness came
and dragged me to
the bottom.
I knew that soon I would be dead,
but then it lit me up and
I gasped up to the
For the second of six to
land up on my head
For the second of six to land
up on my head
There are times in life
when we're not scared of death
I tried to find a place
to regulate my breath,
I thought of how I blew it,
I should've made you my wife,
As I prepared for the hold
down of my life,
As I prepared for the hold
-down of my life
As I prepared for the
hold -down of my life