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Shooting Shark Lyrics By Blue Oyster Cult

    buck dharma
    well i’m up there besides the magic man
    and he laid some tricks on me
    he said you do need help my friend
    i whispered obviously
    he laid a spread of jacks and queens
    and he begged me take my pick
    but every face it had your face
    i cried out i am sick

    pre buck dharma
    sick of hauling your love around
    want to run the train alone
    but the engine tracks straight through your heart
    and weighs me like a stone

    buck dharma
    oh it’s a hard load to love you
    it takes up all my time having you
    so familiar
    like past lives and
    nursery rhymes

    buck dharma
    so i gave away the pictures
    and your golden ring
    and the phone calls you sent me
    and the silver birds that sing
    then the man he told me something
    that really brought me down
    your things were thrown away it’s true
    but you were still in town

    pre buck dharma
    sick of hauling your love around
    wanna run the train alone
    but the engine tracks straight through your heart
    and weighs me like a stone

    buck dharma
    oh it’s a hard load to love you
    it takes up all my time having you
    so familiar
    like past lives and
    nursery rhymes

    buck dharma
    the magician let a message
    it flashes when i hide
    accept the chains of loving
    accept the rails remove yourself from her side
    do without her love
    as i lay back in the speeding train
    i keep it by my side
    i could mail a letter to you but i still have my pride

    pre buck dharma
    sick of hauling your love around
    wanna run the train alone
    but the engine tracks straight through your heart
    and weighs me like a stone
    three times i’ve sent you back from me
    three times my boats gone dry
    and three times i’ve seen the shooting shark
    lighting up the sky

    buck dharma
    oh it’s a hard load to love you babe
    it takes my breath away
    the fourth time ’round
    is the last time ’round
    there’s nothing else to say

    Artist: Blue Oyster Cult

    Year: 1984

    Decade: 80s

    Language: en

    Word Count: 198