Taste and see that the

I stepped outside, barefoot and trusting
To a minefield of broken glass and rusty nails
While there were a lot of old friends
Sticking it out inside and giving toasts to good health

Daring not to place an inch on that ground
For the fear of the hell that might follow

Taste and feel, I say, to anyone at all who'll join me
My feet might bleed, but the weather is fine
And I'm drinking the wine of gods,
As you breathe through wires

Come out to see, come out to sea