Old 8 Legs

Way down in the green

Way down lies the queen

Queen of the sea and the sand

Down deep away from man

Thee’s no logic or moral

Down deep beside the coral

Resting under the breaks

You’ll find old 8 legs

Floating and swimming about

Holding the cloud in just to let it out

And if we disturb the peace and

Piss through the top of the sea

She, she will release