The sharks are circling
The waters 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 ghostly tread
Overheard up ahead
Footsteps in the canyon
Slip away until you've found them
They stop and stare, a hundred eyes on you
Don't worry just do those things that you do
So the girl cries, lets crack out the fanfare
Hear it for the good times, dry those dark eyes
They crack the whip
The acid tongue drips from the lip
Tut tut, finger wag
It takes ten years to shake a tag
They were theirs with pride
A septic thorn in societies side
We will rise above through the colour of our love
There's a ghostly tread
Overheard up ahead
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
So the girl cries, lets crack out the fanfare
Here it for the good times, dry those dark eyes