Written in the key of a country fire service siren this song sinks into itself. Like a fluctuating power dynamic rising and falling, its just a wave on an Australian evening.
Lyrics
Like a piece of meat
at the end of a hook
You move through the water
like a dirty look
You've got a curious way of
cancelling out all the white noise
and I don't know what to do
So I just sit here and smoke
with the boys
I got a habit of leaving
the fight early weighted down,
waiting I'm the burley
hook line and he'll sink you
hook line and he'll sink you
hook line and he'll sink you
We've got 225 twin Johnsons
but I don't know
if that's gonna out run him
We're running out the lines
for him
Oh we're long lining
Oh we're long lining
Who's the shark in the water now?
spinning off sickening clouds
You've got a curious way
of canceling out all the white noise
and i don't know what to do so
I'll just sit here and
smoke with the boys