Lyrics:

Sharks dont attack the Irish, its mostly Australians. Theres nothing accomplished by these splashing citizens. from the Moon down to the surface of the Marianas Trench I wont send you in a cab when I can 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 rescues imminent From the Moon down to the surface of the Marianas Trench I wont send you in a cab when I can take you there myself then steal a look over your shoulder at the chandeliers of your firmament. its your firmament, baby.