Sharks (Album Version)

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 take you there myself then

Steal a look over your shoulder

At the distant lights of your firmament

When the shark's 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 take you there myself then

Steal a look over your shoulder

At the chandeliers of your firmament

It's your firmament, baby