Rocking The Boat - Live in Worcester, MA / November 2019

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've 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 think we would've 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 scars with each other
 Until our very last breath
 Yeah
 They're thrashing around but found they can't contain the leak
 'Cause I've got a fish to fry
 That's feeding on the weak
 So reel it 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
 We would've learned from the past
 That the predator will soon become the prey
 Coastguard, 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 fifteen minutes, over
 In fifteen minutes we'll be fucking shark bate
 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
 Think we would've learned from the past
 That the predator will soon become the prey