The salt in the swill
It builds bridges around me As for the villains
It burns up holes in the souls
Of all the dirty feet
Yeah, burn 'em up to smithereens
The water is stained
With oranges and greens
Mosquito planes and
Remains of prehistoric submarines
All in smithereens
They were battered by the bruisers of the neighborhood
They tried to break the shells of the neighborhood
And they’ll go seining
Amongst the krill and all the killies
Oh, while entertaining
Thoughts of fishing me out
But I am amphibian
Oh, what a lucky state to be in
When you try to push me in Or pull me out to dry up on the shore
Oh, 2 oxygens, 2 hydrogens, 1 oxygen
Oh, H20, oh, 02, I breathe both without you
H20, oh, 02, I breathe both without you