Sharks don't attack the Irish
It's mostly Australians
There's nothing accomplished
By these splashing citizens
From the moon down to the surface
Of the Mariana's trench
I won't send you in a cab when
I can't take you there myself Then steal a look
Over your shoulder at
The distant lights of your firmament
When the sharks finished the Irish
And those people from Berlin
We left our look of the landed
With one of rescue's imminent
From the moon down to the surface
Of the Mariana's trench
I won't send you in a cab when
I can't take you there myself Then steal a look
Over your shoulder at
The chandeliers of your firmament
It's your firmament baby
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