Crustacean - The Blurry Stars

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I feel like a crustacean
Without a shell boiling
in the depths of hell
I feel barenaked
Upon the smoldering coals
Of the burning world
A clown on the go
With a fire in the fro
And that’s why so you know
I can’t stand still long

I’m fried
Take me back to the brine
Where the waters so fine
Beneath the fisherman’s lines
Beneath the noise of these times
Maybe I need a vacation
Crustacean

You can’t steal
What’s sacred
And you’ll never own
What can’t be bought or sold
Some talk like they know
And they walk like they’re bold
But behind em behold
No spinal chord

Be still
Or be gone my baby
Be you krill
Shrimp
Or prawn my baby
I said the seagulls fly high above you
Big fish they try to grub you
Seems you just can’t win
At all

Mean eels
And big great whites
And silver sharks
Waiting for the blood to flow
Trash fields
On the great tide
And oil spills
And reefs a like city of bones

Far as I can tell
There’s no way to be well
Except to hide in a shell
Tell me I’m wrong