Off the Map

Holy shit, we're off the map! No rivers, no mountains, no footprint tracks Three sheets to the wind has got us lost Sailing over the ocean's falls we see our ships going down!

Take this drink right from my hand I'll steer us back to land Before we go to the darker side of This, this black hole, this abyss I feel us sinking down But with my crew I know that we can sail

To the edge of the sea To see what may be A wreckage so vast Where men draw their last breath We're off the map There's no turning back Brace up the sails and ride with me!

The mast is torn to shreds We hang on by a thread As shoes and beer bongs fly around me Waves come crashing in Our ship begins to spin I'll meet you on the other side and we'll fly

To the edge of the sea To see what may be A wreckage so vast Where men draw their last breath We're off the map There's no turning back Brace up the sails and ride with me!

Holding strong our determination growing To make the day extra long We strive to charge ahead Our days of partying and piracy aren't dead