Rocking the Boat (feat. Jeremy Schwartz)

Shark!

Coast Guard, this is the Orca, do you read me?

Four and a half miles due east of Amity Island

This is an official distress call, over

We all know a place that appears so sublime

But if you dive a little deeper, you'll hit the real bottom line

The head of the town is out there flashing his teeth

A telltale sign about to surface

That there's a monster lurking underneath

They're thrashing around, but found

They can't contain the leak

'Cause I got a fish to fry

That's feeding on the weak

So cast a line for every life they took

It's time to set the hook

We're all just floating in a shallow grave

(Buoyed by the blood of the masses!)

They'd rather sell out instead of save

We're all so starving that we've taken the bait

(You'd think we would have learned from the past)

That the predator will soon become the prey

We all know a place where the calm flees at night

And safe is just a shadow, so we swim towards the light

If this voyage of valor put us on deck for death

We'll compare scares with each other

Until our very last breath, yeah

They're thrashing around, but found

They can't contain the leak

'Cause I got a fish to fry

That's feeding on the weak

Reel him in with every trick in the book

It's time to set the hook

We're all just floating in a shallow grave

(Buoyed by the blood of the masses!)

They'd rather sell out instead of save

We're all so starving that we've taken the bait

(You'd think we would have learned from the past)

That the predator will soon become the prey

Coast Guard, this is the Orca again

We need you out here now

The boat is under attack

It's a great white, over

Roger that, ETA: 15 minutes, over

In fifteen minutes, we'll be fucking shark bait

Last chance to make amends

So try to stay afloat

With sharks like you among us

We'll need a bigger boat

Sold us down the river

So the rich could stay rich

But now you've been caught

So smile, you son of a bitch!

Sinking with the burning embers

Should be any sign of doubt

That this tale will be remembered

And the tide will forever flush them out

We're all just floating in a shallow grave

(Buoyed by the blood of the masses!)

They'd rather sell out instead of save

We're all so starving that we've taken the bait

(You'd think we would have learned from the past)

That the predator will soon become the prey