Floating Terror

we shaved our bodies

and dove into the big sea

we’re floating in sunscreen

the skies turned black as can be

there’s a shadow anywhere you go

you said, crossfire crossfire

there’s a million of those arrows

you said, crossfire crossfire

when cameras watch over

the white cliffs of dover

our venomous tentacles

reach out for their owners

the cries of the boys with the nato grey toys and the

the knives of the life guards flashing in the bright night

in our hands, in our hands

in our hands razor clams

there’s a shadow anywhere you go

you said, crossfire crossfire

there’s a million of those arrows

you said, crossfire crossfire