We set sailing Floating down the love canal We set sailing Drifting down the love canal We seem strange Our bodies are breaking down We seem strange Our bodies are breaking down We are breeding Our children look like monsters We are breeding Not to children but to monsters We feel pain Poison is killing our every cell We feel bitter Poison is killing our very cell We are dying Our common grave is the love canal We are dying Our common grave is the love canal.
— Flipper