Rule 5 Big Tuna
Going… Under…
He Ran the surf shop by the sea
Best fish and chips along the coast
Lived his life in superlatives
Surfed to be the biggest, best, the most
And when he caught a monster wave
His form made people stop and stare
We said, “one day you’ll go to far”
He was too far gone to care.
Take it slow
Miles below
Rolling thunder
Going under now
Here’s your last chance to say goodbye
Take that wave right to the sky
Get a big head and you’ll lose your mind sooner
He grabbed his board and left the sand
Got far to big for our dry land
Because it don’t pay to play big tuna
He thought nothing could take him down
So one day he took to sea alone
And it was there he met his match
Amongst the seaweed and the foam
His empty shop we took as proof
The raging sea could not be tamed
We combed the beach, no body found
Only his shattered bones remained
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Mello-solo
Big Tuna was a man so big
The ocean proved bigger still
He lived, and as it seemed, he died
Accountable only to his will
You see, his fame, and his success
Were only in his head
And if you let those thoughts consume your mind
You may just end up dead
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