Throw me to a sharkish sea
Legs don't need nothing to swim
Not even a body
A skinny man on a hover board
He will surely agree
He will surely agree
It's a better way to die
Still cooking wine and
Mouthfuls of eel will
Make them stronger, still
The thoughts of you will
Become stronger, still
My thoughts of you will
Become stronger, still
My thoughts of you will
Make them stronger still
Little thoughts of you will
Make them stronger, still