MEN OF THE CLOTH

lyrics and music by Che and Mikie Lee Prasad

We’re men of the cloth 
Admirals of the Red 
Where we’re creeping off to 
Best left unsaid 

You don’t have a job 
You’re a right disgrace  
Best friend chucks balls in your face 
Feeling guilty 
Little bit of tension 
One thing we forgot to mention 

We’re men of the cloth 
Admirals of the Red 
Where we’re creeping off to 
Best left unsaid 

You beat your gums 
You make tooth music 
Right or wrong, now don’t confuse it 
Pints of ale 
To fight depression 

Nothing like a good confession 
Feeling guilty 
Little bit of tension 
One thing we forgot to mention 

We’re men of the cloth 
Admirals of the Red 
Where we’re creeping off to 
Best left unsaid 

Society crumbles, please come through our door 
Where everyone’s someone, but Jesus is Lord! 

Virgin bloody Mary 
Something’s missing 
Is it him or her you’re kissing 
Time to pray 
Or I’ll tell mother 
On your knees you randy bugger 
Creeping, Creeping 
Sometimes peeping 
Up all night, you should be sleeping 
Feeling guilty 
Little bit of tension 
One thing we forgot to mention 

We’re men of the cloth 
Admirals of the Red 
Where we’re creeping off to 
Best left unsaid 
Stop your whining 
Time for tea 
To Hell with your morality

GLOSSARY:

- Men of the Cloth: priests

- Admirals of the Red: heavy drinkers

- Beat your gums: idle chatter

- Tooth music: making loud sounds while eating

Jaws Tribute Lyrics

Deep End
(Che Prasad)
 
Set the scene
Hear a scream
Can’t be seen
What you fear: the Deep
 
There’s a show
Down below
Grey and slow
What you find: the Deep
 
A nightmare is born that has no end
Don’t go alone, bring a friend
Never too late to join the club
Fear the deep end—even pools and tubs
 
Lifeless eyes
Useless cries
Kills or dies
Where you live: the Deep
 
Take a swim
 Severed limb
Quivering chin
Don’t go in: the Deep
 
A nightmare is born that has no end
Don’t go alone, bring a friend
Never to late to join the club
Fear the deep end—even pools and tubs
 
Crimson splashes
Life that flashes
Open gashes
Start to sink: the Deep
 
Eyes roll white
Take a bite
Holds on tight
You’re pulled down: the Deep
 
 A nightmare is born that has no end
Don’t go alone, bring a friend
Never to late to join the club
Fear the deep end—even pools and tubs
 
You close your eyes
Hold your breath till the end
So why relive it
Again and again and again and again
 
Stomach churning
Never learning
Quickly earning
Your nightmare: the Deep
 
Memory fading
Cautious wading
Love and hating
What you need the Deep
Here’s to Swimmin’
(Manny Bernal)
 
Groovy little campfire feeling alright
Got a naked girl swimming in sight
Pretty little sweetheart I'm lucky tonight
They're singing kumbaya by the fire light
 
Here's to swimming with bow legged women
There's blood in the water 
 
Alex Kitner they're beginning to prune
You and Pippen you're gonna be dead soon
 
Here's to swimming with bow legged women
There's blood in the water 
 
Why aren't you in the water?
Nobody's going in
It's just two kids with a cardboard fin
 
Here's to swimming with bow legged women 
There's blood in the water 
Quint’s Lament (One Barrel Down)
(John Howard)
 
A seaman relies on his hands in a fight
You rich boys rely on the brutes
Your hands been counting money your whole life
‘Cause you don’t want no blood on your suit
 
He’s on the reel  and heading out fast
Beyond where we’ve all gone before
I feel a hint from the past
And I am not sure who’s on the lure
 
Well we’ve got one barrel down, there’s no way he’s swimming around
Stay keen as a flint, cool as a mint
We’ve got one barrel down
 
We’ve all paid our dues, so let’s have the booze
Reveal the scars that we hid
If you sail enough crews, in your lifetime you’ll lose
Like the Indianapolis did.
 
So a song, boys, farewell Lorne Doone
Or a whale as he cries and he moans
On your feet, boys, by the light of the moon
Show me the way to go home
 
Well we’re two barrels down, there’s no way he’s able to sound
The fear starts to creep, from under the deep
When you’re two barrels down
 
My bearings are gone, blackened and done
With some chum thrown in for the red
When you’re blown, boys, you’ll sink like a stone
Like the Indianapolis did
 
When you’re born, boys, you wake from a dream
Which you trade for a hard life instead
But when you die, boys, you’ll kick and you’ll scream
‘Cause the sea never gives up her dead.
 
Well I’m three barrels down, there’s no way of getting around
Though mistakes I have made, the sea still remains
But I’m three barrels down.
The Water’s Fine
(Chris Franklin)

Chief? I say Chief?
May I have a word?
I’d like to chat about a most
Disturbing thing I’ve heard
I hear you’ve closed the beaches
Chief, have you lost your mind?
The beaches are all open
And the water’s fine
 
Now let’s not be too hasty
Let’s stop a take a breath
We just can’t say for certain
That poor girl’s cause of death
So pull down all those roadblocks
Stop painting “Beach Closed” signs
For now the beach is open
And the water’s fine
 
Let me be the voice of reason
Just lend me your ears
It’s in the town’s best interest
For the coast to remain clear
So, Chief, you stick to your job
And allow me to do mine
I say the beach is open
And the water’s fine
 
’Cause, Chief, you yell “Barracuda!”
Nobody bats an eye
But if you yell “Shark!”
You’ve got a panic on the Fourth of July
 
I know it’s your first summer
So, Chief, if you please
I’m gonna educate you
On the forest and the trees
We need those summer dollars
Every nickel, every dime
That’s why the beach is open
And the water’s fine
 
Mary Ellen Moffit Broke My Heart
(Johnny Bongo Koeller, Chuck Besocke)
 
Here I sit on the Orca
Waiting for this sailor's life to start
So here I sit on the Orca
Cuz Mary Ellen Moffit broke my heart
 
A boy always dreams of going to sea
Making his fortune in Galilee
The ocean so wide so deep so blue
But all I ever see is you you you
 
Here I sit on the Orca
Waiting for this sailor's life to start
So here I sit on the Orca
Cuz Mary Ellen Moffit broke my heart
 
I've been on plane flights I've been in bar fights
I've lived the life of a million men
I've traveled the world to forget about you
But that's not something I can ever do do do
 
Here I sit on the Orca
Waiting for this sailor's life to start
So here I sit on the Orca
Cuz Mary Ellen Moffit broke my heart
 
This scar on my chest was no accident
No shipwreck upon a coral reef
As much as it hurts it's the legacy of you
And my love will forever be true true true
 
Here I sit on the Orca
Waiting for this sailor's life to start
So here I sit on the Orca
Cuz Mary Ellen Moffit broke my heart
Harpoon, a Knife, a Gun
(Mark Carrabello, Mikie Lee Prasad, Che Prasad)
 
At the edge, where the sand meets the sea
Looking for some Amity
But I’m full of broken gears
Salt that’s in my throat
The fish that wouldn’t float
Slowly rusting with your tears
 
Harpoon, a knife, a gun
Can’t make me work for anyone
Sometimes it’s best not to see
What’s meant to be
Under the sea
Doesn’t matter much to me
 
A sight I won’t soon forget
Stephen’s eyes were red and wet
Don’t waist your precious chum
Imagine scenes I’d steal
If my dorsal fin was real
You will never get this done
 
Harpoon, a knife, a gun
Can’t make me work for anyone
Sometimes it’s best not to see
What’s meant to be
Under the sea
Doesn’t matter much to me
 
Fly your flag at half mast
I bit you in the ass
Robert’s drinking on the bow
Captain says the crew wants out
20 feet from tail to snout
Look who’s laughing now
 
Harpoon, a knife, a gun
Can’t make me work for anyone
Sometimes it’s best not to see
What’s meant to be
Under the sea
Doesn’t matter much to me
 
Harpoon, a knife, a gun
I guess in the end you won
Sometimes it’s best not to see
What’s meant to be
Under the sea
In the age before CG
She Was the First
(Dan “Jackson” Stanton)   

Chrissy Christina do you want to play?
I’ve been watchin’ you from across the camp fire
And I gotta say … (you look like heaven)
Warm beer and fire flies
This Fourth of July weekend
I’m feelin’ fine (ok) (and it’s getting better)
A sparkle in your eye and a wink
And we’re on our way (I want to get to know you baby)
 
I’ll chase you down, to the beach
Water at my feet
Strip it down, to the bone
Waters just right, take off your clothes
In the moonlight night
And the sea foam, I’m alone
 
From where I am I see a silhouette
That looks so fine, make you mine
Without a feelin’ or repent
Mouth waterin’, I’m followin’ you down that line
Grab a hold, roll around and shake you and take you down without a sound.
 
I’ll chase you down, to the beach
Water at my feet
Strip it down, to the bone
Waters just right, take off your clothes
In the moonlight night
And the sea foam, I’m alone
 
She was the first
I felt the tide
She was the first
Why she had to die
 
Marco Polo
(Dave Bell)
 
Marco Polo was our game
We would play it again and again
Steve and Bob and Jeff-ery too
Played it til we turned into prunes
 
He closed his eyes to start the game
And listened for the boy’s refrain
I briefly saw a look of surprise
When sweet Jeff got hit from behind
 
A glance across the bloodied blue
Told me what I already knew
I saw young Jeff quartered and drawn
An angry fish with his hunt on
 
When I turned back to the shore
The shark had shredded to or three more
Marco Polo was our game
We would play it again and again.
 
Marco Polo,
Look out, oh no,
Swim so fast,
Don’t go slo-ow
Marco Polo
Down below
Comes a beast from hell
 
I looked around for signs of him
I wish I’d seen the circlin’ fin
Took some strokes toward the beach
And as I was about to reach
A gentle tug pulled me down
Refracted light seemed so profound
I got a good look in his eye
I sing to you from the other side
 
Marco Polo,
Look out, oh no,
Swim so fast,
Don’t go slo-ow
Marco Polo
Down below
Comes a beast from hell
What I Do
(Mikie Lee Prasad)
 
I never meant for our worlds to collide
But there's a driving hunger deep inside
I didn't mean to cause you so much pain
But you know she's to blame
 
I'll make your nightmares come true
I'll meet you in the Cold Deep Blue
And I'll never quit, how ‘bout you?
It's just what I do
 
If you'd just left and made a get away
I'd try my best to look the other way
Why'd you come back for more
So close to shore?
 
Before you come for me, I'm comin' for you
I'll meet you in the Cold Deep Blue
And I'll never quit, how bout you?
It's just what I do, what I do
 
These are my people
This is my town
I won't the two of you
Shut it down!!!
 
Now it's come down to you and me
Today this ends with no apologies
It's not such a bad way to go
Down in the Lonesome Low
 
May your aim be true
I'll meet you in the Cold Deep Blue
And I'll never quit, How bout you?
It's just what we do
What we do...
Ode a Celluloid Masterpiece in the Style of Percy Dovetonsils Written While Sipping a Dry Martini
(Che Prasad)
 
It was 1975 or so
when you first swam onto the silver screen
But oh how little did I know
You would forever haunt our dreams
 
“It’s just a fish” my Mom would say
When I could not fall asleep
Now shut your mouth and go to bed
Or I’ll take a flying leap
 
My room was dry at least for now
So I had nothing to dread
But I must stand guard and not allow
My little brother to wet the bed
 
It was summer so all the kids would swim
And splash merrily about
“The water’s fine, please come in!”
Of course I had my doubts
 
We were miles away from any ocean
More likely my toe I’d stub
But just to be sure, I made my way
To the shallow end of the tub
 
As we grew older I knew one day
We’d have to face our fears
We’re going to see one beneath the waves
My brother was in tears
 
While John Howard dreamt of bigger boats
Franklin lost his lunch at sea
I knew it was down to the two of us
I’m referring to Mikie and me
 
The Devil’s Teeth, that’s the place
To find what you so desire
When I told my brother his boyish face
Looked so dour and dire
 
As the shark swam by I thought
It’s either us or him
Then I remembered it matters not
Neither my brother nor I can swim