The sharks are circling The water's getting clearer Smiling with his six rows The megalodon are nearer They go out in schools Dream they are supreme Cast insults our way, go on We'll cast you down stream
There's a ghosty tred Over her overhead
Footsteps in the canyon Slip away until you've found her They stop and stare A hundred eyes on you But don't worry just do Those things that you do, And so the girl cries But lets crack out the fan fare In it for the good times Dry those dark eyes
They crack the whip The acetone drips from their lip Tut tut finger wag It takes ten years to shake a tag But they wear theirs with pride A septic thorn in society's side We will rise above Through the color of our love
There's a ghosty tred Over her overhead
Footsteps in the canyon Slip away until you've found them They stop and stare A hundred eyes on you But don't worry just do Those things that you do And so the girl cries But lets crack out the fan fare In it for the good times Dry those dark eyes
They stop and stare A hundred eyes on you But don't worry just do Those things that you do And so the girl cries But lets crack out the fan fare In it for the good times Dry those dark eyes
