Irukandji Syndrome

Lyrics for Irukandji Syndrome

The big smoke choked and work dried up So I chased the continental shelf To a port named for a governor Who would've never travelled there himself I thought murders never happened in public toilets People never wore shorts in court Until I became a greenhorn On a fishing boat up north The skipper joined the navy Rode destroyers in the Persian Gulf Until burned out plans in foreign lands Had gone and dumped him in the tropics to redeem himself We sailed many many many thousand miles Sleeping on the open deck Drifting on the ocean of a distant world Dragging nothing except our empty nets The voice at 3am is always dangerous The voice at 3am is always game cnd then late one night we cranked the winch cnd I hoisted it in the air c giant Irukandji, lit up by a signal flare It had seven eyes and seven tails Laced with cyanide and DMT The colour of a swimming pool So heavy that the boat was leaning We stood shit scared in the pouring rain as it began to speak It said "I didn't mean to startle you I heard your engines in the deep You see I've wrecked Korean trawlers I've mauled a French corvette I spooked an aircraft carrier that scrambled all it's jets cnd I muddied up the Bay of Pigs back in 1962 But this time I'm quite sure that things won't end so well for you The voice at 3am is always dangerous The voice at 3am is always game