Ship of Fire by Martin Tielli Lyrics

Clean through the helpless body
He was playing shark in the surf
The boy was easy prey
Just last Saturday

They raked the body in with fishing nets
And live bait catchers
Thrashing sharks and body parts
We organized a fund
To help his mom and dad recover...
And fended off the journalists
Out across the Atlantic

There was a little boy dancing on the water
Tip toe upon the waves
With Tiger Sharks as slaves
Mom and Dad got over it
And they had a little girl named Sara
And a three legged dog named Tripod

But the resentment lingered on
And once in a while their careers felt meaningless
Out across the Atlantic
There was a little boy dancing on the water
Tip toe upon the waves
With Tiger Sharks as slaves
Who found the toe? Pierre Elliot Trudeau?
The secret master saint
That "Modern Politicians Just Ain't"

The then and the now
The complaints of the ages
We used to believe in something
But now we just build cages
Now we just build cages
Out across the Atlantic

There was a ship of fire that blew open the horizon
Burst like the seeds of Dandelion
The quills of porcupine
That speared the spires of Buckingham Palace
Where the Queen was saying prayers
And the universe doesn't love you
It doesn't think that you're unique