♪Nobody cares about ocean affairsHe's by himself, cause nobody loves himCleaning his sand, filled boots with his handsLooking for something but nothing sees him♪Happy was he, in spite of his needIt wasn't fair because of his dead childThere was a man, who took to the bandHearing the tension, tried to hear himHe ran and he shot, but his right balls were shotAnd the kids in the sand, struck a funny deal♪Seemingly fine, he sipped on his wineTear was healthy, but not on missionWhere was a sea, of mystical tearsOur cans were shot, till we cut in front of themOthers would have died alone♪Angels on the treeTimeless pheasants sang alongSpeaking naturallyAnd he ran and he shot, but his right balls were shotAnd the kids in the sand, struck a dealHand in hand, all the way from the bayWe can hear them sayAll the time, we were deadAnd our cans weren't dead♪♪And he ran and he shot, but his right balls were shotAnd the kids in the sand, struck a dealHand in hand, all the way from the bayI could hear them sayI don't care, if one day, I encounter this planet♪♪♪