A Race to the Docks

I've stolen too much, and given too little Now my legs have gone numb, and my lips drip with spittle And this sob-song I sing is coming out like a riddle And i'm running away: They'll cut me off at the middle The ship that I handle is lit like a candle So in day i'm too bright, but at night I can travel And they've seen me at last, and they mean to dismantle And their anchors come down with the sound of a gavel They're coming for me, and I have no say in it They're coming for me, and probably you too They say: "Get out of your seat" They say: "Get off of your ass" They're coming for me, and I have no say in it They're coming for me, and probably you too They say it again, so over I bend And I show them my side On which I rely They're coming for me, and I have no say in it They're coming for me, and probably you too Well, i'm mostly water, but not this kind Well, i'm mostly water, but it can't save me They're coming for me, and I have no say in it They're coming for me, and probably you too