You can’t help but give up your cards
Found your stash, full pack, at the back of the garage
It was hidden in plain sight waiting to get caught

You want the truth to set you free
But you love that hollow feeling

Stupid little fish
Haven’t learned yet how to use those fins
Low supply, no oxygen, no survival instinct
You’re gonna die if you don’t swim

Sanctimonious without the faith
Using holy water to cool down in this heat
Publically while the neighbours watch, captivated audience

A proud boy pissing in the garden
A daughter saw and it’s been called in

Strong current, dead fin
A gang of barracuda circle in