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
(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
(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
(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.
(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
(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