Amphibian - Laura Stevenson, Laura Stevenson and the Cans, The Cans

The salt in the swill, it builds around me

And as for the villains, it burns up holes in the soles

Of all the dirty feet, yeah burn ‘em up to smithereens

The water is stained with oranges and greens

Mosquito planes and the names of prehistoric submarines

All in smithereens

They were battered by the bruisers of the neighborhood

The neighborhood, they try to break the shells

Oh the neighborhood, the neighborhood, they try to break the shells

And they’ll go seining amongst the krill and all the killies

Oh, while entertaining thoughts of fishing me out

But I am amphibian, oh what a lucky state to be in

When you try to push me in

Or pull me out to dry up on the shore

Oh, 2 oxygens, 2 hydrogen, 1 oxygen

Oh, H20, oh 02, I breathe both without you

H20, oh 02, I breathe both without you