If it's been burned, it won't catch fire You can rake it over the coal Wonder as it only grows cold As an orphan moon When we learn not to get tired To take the heat without making our fire And to laugh in the hole, to hold it up higher If it doesn't taste good You're not hungry enough The deeds are stones The hearts are hands You know to throw Before you can And they all look like nails, when you have a hammer Carpathia Carpathia Carpathia Carpathia So nail your colors to the mast We all know the ship's going down Let us take the seaweed crown To the briny throne All our names are spelled the same In the lobby of the flesh arcade Be not proud, but wear your finest In the gilded heart parade For we are slain