Blue Rodeo - Piranha Pool lyrics
[Blue Rodeo - Piranha Pool lyrics]
Leaning over the piranha pool
You just wave your magic wand
Dangling your fingertips
Into the world of the just beyond
Sitting ever so quietly
In your private dining room
Guiding the waves of destiny
Into the face of oblivion
So you'd rather been an opera star
At the turn of the century
Well you never asked for this miracle trip
A genius in the military
You're sincerely surprised with
Your own success hanging out with the judges
And the corporate heads
You never anticipate the final toll
Still shining all your medals
For the final curtain call
You're always talking 'bout the
Here and after
But it don't make much sense to me
Still for all the men that you condemn
Well I hope there's some kind of heaven
And there's got to be some
Kind of hell for you
Leaning over the piranha pool
You just wave your magic wand
Dangling your fingertips
Into the world of the just beyond
Sitting ever so quietly
In your private dining room
Guiding the waves of destiny
Into the face of oblivion
You're always talking about the
Here and after
But it don't make much sense to me
Still for all the men that you condemn
Well I hope there's some kind of heaven
And there's got to be some
Kind of hell for you
You just wave your magic wand
Dangling your fingertips
Into the world of the just beyond
Sitting ever so quietly
In your private dining room
Guiding the waves of destiny
Into the face of oblivion
So you'd rather been an opera star
At the turn of the century
Well you never asked for this miracle trip
A genius in the military
You're sincerely surprised with
Your own success hanging out with the judges
And the corporate heads
You never anticipate the final toll
Still shining all your medals
For the final curtain call
You're always talking 'bout the
Here and after
But it don't make much sense to me
Still for all the men that you condemn
Well I hope there's some kind of heaven
And there's got to be some
Kind of hell for you
Leaning over the piranha pool
You just wave your magic wand
Dangling your fingertips
Into the world of the just beyond
Sitting ever so quietly
In your private dining room
Guiding the waves of destiny
Into the face of oblivion
You're always talking about the
Here and after
But it don't make much sense to me
Still for all the men that you condemn
Well I hope there's some kind of heaven
And there's got to be some
Kind of hell for you