Sharks don't attack the Irish,
It's mostly Australians.
There's nothing accomplished
By these splashing citizens.
From the Moon down to the surface
Of the Mariana's Trench
I won't send you in a cab when
I can take you there myself then steal a look
Over your shoulder at
The distant lights of your firmament.
When the sharks finished the Irish
And those people from Berlin.
We left our look of the landed
With one of rescue's imminent
From the Moon down to the surface
Of the Mariana's Trench
I won't send you in a cab when
I can take you there myself then steal a look
Over your shoulder at
The chandeliers of your firmament.
It's your firmament, baby.
Sharks Video (MV)
Performed By: The Tragically Hip
Length: 4:14
Written by: GORDON DOWNIE, JOHNNY FAY, JOSEPH PAUL LANGLOIS, ROBERT BAKER, ROBERT GORDON SINCLAIR
The Tragically Hip - Sharks Lyrics
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Sharks don't attack the Irish,
It's mostly Australians.
There's nothing accomplished
By these splashing citizens.
From the Moon down to the surface
Of the Mariana's Trench
I won't send you in a cab when
I can take you there myself then steal a look
Over your shoulder at
The distant lights of your firmament.
When the sharks finished the Irish
And those people from Berlin.
We left our look of the landed
With one of rescue's imminent
From the Moon down to the surface
Of the Mariana's Trench
I won't send you in a cab when
I can take you there myself then steal a look
Over your shoulder at
The chandeliers of your firmament.
It's your firmament, baby.
It's mostly Australians.
There's nothing accomplished
By these splashing citizens.
From the Moon down to the surface
Of the Mariana's Trench
I won't send you in a cab when
I can take you there myself then steal a look
Over your shoulder at
The distant lights of your firmament.
When the sharks finished the Irish
And those people from Berlin.
We left our look of the landed
With one of rescue's imminent
From the Moon down to the surface
Of the Mariana's Trench
I won't send you in a cab when
I can take you there myself then steal a look
Over your shoulder at
The chandeliers of your firmament.
It's your firmament, baby.
Writer: GORDON DOWNIE, JOHNNY FAY, JOSEPH PAUL LANGLOIS, ROBERT BAKER, ROBERT GORDON SINCLAIR
Copyright: Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing