| We all know the place that appears so sublime
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| But if you dive a little deeper, you’ll hit the real bottom line
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| The head of the town is out there flashing his teeth
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| A telltale sign about to surface that there’s a monster lurking underneath
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| They’re thrashing around but found
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| They can’t contain the leak
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| Cause I’ve got a fish to fry
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| That’s feeding on the weak
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| So cast a line for every life they took
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| It’s time to set the hook
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| We’re all just floating in a shallow grave
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| Buoyed by the blood of the masses
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| They’d rather sell out instead of save
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| We’re all so starving that we’ve taken the bait
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| You think we would’ve learned from the past that
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| The predator will soon become the prey
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| We all know a place
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| Where the calm flees at night
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| And safe is just a shadow
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| So we swim towards the light
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| If this voyage of valor put us on deck for death
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| We’ll compare scars with each other
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| Until our very last breath, yeah!
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| They’re thrashing around but found
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| They can’t contain the leak
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| Cause I’ve got a fish to fry
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| That’s feeding on the weak
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| Reel it in with every trick in the book
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| It’s time to set the hook
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| We’re all just floating in a shallow grave
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| Buoyed by the blood of the masses
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| They’d rather sell out instead of save
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| We’re all so starving that we’ve taken the bait
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| You think we would’ve learned from the past that
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| The predator will soon become the prey
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| Coastguard, this is the Orca again, we need you out here now. |
| The boat is under
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| attack. |
| It’s a great white, over
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| Roger that, ETA fifteen minutes, over
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| In fifteen minutes we’ll be fucking shark bait
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| Last chance to make amends
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| So try to stay afloat
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| With sharks like you among us
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| We’ll need a bigger boat
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| Sold us down the river
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| So the rich could stay rich
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| But now you’ve been caught
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| So smile, you son of a bitch
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| Sinking with the burning embers
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| Should be any sign of doubt
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| That this tale will be remembered
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| And the tide will forever flush them out
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| We’re all just floating in a shallow grave
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| Buoyed by the blood of the masses
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| They’d rather sell out instead of save
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| We’re all so starving that we’ve taken the bait
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| You think we would’ve learned from the past that
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| The predator will soon become the prey |