Sharks

Kid, don't lose your cool
It's still too soon to have to choose a brighter doom
It's hard to believe but I can see
how there could be so little left to lose
(Cracking open skulls like cans of beans on Christmas Eve)

Mama's not okay
She lights a candle for every day that you're away
Today could be the one she burns the mother fucker down

Her final act of grace
In a pointless, endless race

Kid, you're under fire
Your life is coming down to the wire
Maybe you'll take the captains hand
Carry his ship through burning sands
Cradle your rifle like a man

Mama, she says: No way
She's lost it all, so you've got to stay to make her pay
She knows the fiend upon the throne's a goddamn sucker for the stone
Till the day he dies alone

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