Lyrics:
M A S H

, Keep shooting high. Be a crooner, not a groaner, never kick, Here's a spelling lesson that will do the trick: You gotta S-M-I-L-E to be H-A double

if I please. I try to find a way to make all our little joys relate without that ever-present hate but now I know that it's too late, and... [

three wise men they who travelled far M's for the manger where he lay A's for all he stands for S means shepherds came And that's why there's a Christmas

leave it if I please i try to find a way to make all our little joys relate without that ever present hate but now i know that it's too late

He lay A is for all He stands for S means Shepard's came And that's why there's a Christmas day And that's why there's a Christmas day

And I can't escape the notion captain That this is a floating tomb Band keeps playing American songs from 1973 Getting wise to the officer's lies That we've even got a

sail toward the sea i'm lost and i'm dreaming i'm lost and i'm feeling like this has waited forever to finally take me (i'm lost in the moment where

'Unreal, unreal' ghost helmsmen scream and fall in through the sky, not breaking through my seagull shrieks... no breaks until I die: the spectres scratch

Translation: The Amity Affliction. H.m.a.s Look Back.