Sharks - Armchair Cynics

There’s sharks below the surface

Waiting to come and drag me down

With copious amounts of pills

And amphetamines to combat ourselves

What used to be the simplest days

Became so complicated with cocktails of colourful meds

Now I’m just another stray dog on the boulevard

With the last of the hometown stars

Don’t tell me in your little tone

I hate to say I told you so

Could you just let it go?

Help me find a way out of this mess

I’m sick of all the choices that I made

When there was simply nothing left

Help me put a distance to my past

Scars I have

Sharks below the surface

Talk is getting serious

About the future and all my big plans

But like love lost in Los Angeles

It comes and goes with the latest of trends

What used to be a lucrative business has just gone to shit

With the collapse of the meaning itself

Now I’m just another stray dog on the boulevard

With the last of the boomtown whores

Don’t tell me in your little tone

I hate to say I told you so

Could you just let it go?

Help me find a way out of this mess

I’m sick of all the choices that I made

When there was simply nothing left

Help me put a distance to my past

The scars I have

I cannot forget

Sharks below the surface

More, more

Oh, can you help me get

More, more?

Oh, just a little bit

More, more?

Oh, will you help me get

Just a little bit more?

Help me find a way out of this mess

I’m sick of all the choices that I made

When there was simply nothing left

Help me put a distance to my past

Scars I have

I cannot forget

Sharks below the surface

Sharks below the surface

Sharks below the surface…