Clean through the helpless body.
He was playing shark in the surf.
The boy was easy prey.
Just last Saturday.
They raked the body in with fishing nets
And live bait catchers
-Thrashing sharks and body parts.
We organized a fund
To help his mom and dad recover...
And fended off the journalists.
Out across the Atlantis,
There was a little boy dancing on the water.
Tip toe upon the waves.
With Tiger Sharks as slaves.
-Mom and Dad got over it
And they had a little girl named Sara,
And a three legged dog named Tripod...
But the resentment lingered on
And once in a while their careers felt meaningless...
Out across the Atlantic
There was a little boy dancing on the water.
Tip toe upon the waves
With Tiger Sharks as slaves.
Who found the toe? Pierre Elliot Trudeau?
The secret master saint
That "Modern Politicians Just Ain't."
The then and the now.
The complaints of the ages.
We used to believe in something,
But now we just build cages,
Now we just build cages.
Out across the Atlantic
There was a ship of fire that blew open the horizon.
Burst like the seeds of Dandelion
-The quills of porcupine.
That speared the spires of Buckingham Palace
Where the Queen was saying prayers.
...And the universe doesn't love you.
It doesn't think that you're unique.