歌词
A fish in a sinkhole
Waiting for the fleet to show
Over flesh and fishbones
And the imaginary sand below
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In marshes wet and windblown
Swimming but the fins (are slow)
Swallowing the brimstone
Needles in the throat (and bones)
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The needle is a reptile
Turning narrow heads (and smile)
Look for bees and sand flies
Obeying but the will of the hive
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A fly so young and callow
Can never make a ship aglow
Big fish in a sinkhole
Waiting for the fleet to show...