| Song | Piranha Pool |
| Artist | Blue Rodeo |
| Album | Outskirts |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Calbi | |
| Lead Vocal by | |
| Greg Leaning over the piranha pool | |
| You just wave your magic wand | |
| Dangling your fingertips | |
| Into the world of the just beyond. | |
| Sitting ever so quietly | |
| In your private dining room | |
| Guiding the waves of destiny | |
| Into the face of oblivion. | |
| So you'd rather been an opera star | |
| At the turn of the century. | |
| Well you never asked for this miracle trip | |
| A genius in the military | |
| You're sincerely surprised with your own success | |
| Hanging out with the judges and the corporate heads | |
| You never anticipate the final toll | |
| Still shining all your medals | |
| For the final curtain call. | |
| You're always talking 'bout the here and after | |
| But it don't make much sense to me | |
| Still for all the men that you condemn | |
| Well I hope there's some kind of heaven | |
| And there's got to be some kind of hell for you | |
| Leaning over the piranha pool | |
| You just wave your magic wand | |
| Dangling your fingertips | |
| Into the world of the just beyond. | |
| Sitting ever so quietly | |
| In your private dining room | |
| Guiding the waves of destiny | |
| Into the face of oblivion. | |
| You're always talking about the here and after | |
| But it don't make much sense to me | |
| Still for all the men that you condemn | |
| Well I hope there's some kind of heaven | |
| And there's got to be some kind of hell for you |
| zuo ci : Calbi | |
| Lead Vocal by | |
| Greg Leaning over the piranha pool | |
| You just wave your magic wand | |
| Dangling your fingertips | |
| Into the world of the just beyond. | |
| Sitting ever so quietly | |
| In your private dining room | |
| Guiding the waves of destiny | |
| Into the face of oblivion. | |
| So you' d rather been an opera star | |
| At the turn of the century. | |
| Well you never asked for this miracle trip | |
| A genius in the military | |
| You' re sincerely surprised with your own success | |
| Hanging out with the judges and the corporate heads | |
| You never anticipate the final toll | |
| Still shining all your medals | |
| For the final curtain call. | |
| You' re always talking ' bout the here and after | |
| But it don' t make much sense to me | |
| Still for all the men that you condemn | |
| Well I hope there' s some kind of heaven | |
| And there' s got to be some kind of hell for you | |
| Leaning over the piranha pool | |
| You just wave your magic wand | |
| Dangling your fingertips | |
| Into the world of the just beyond. | |
| Sitting ever so quietly | |
| In your private dining room | |
| Guiding the waves of destiny | |
| Into the face of oblivion. | |
| You' re always talking about the here and after | |
| But it don' t make much sense to me | |
| Still for all the men that you condemn | |
| Well I hope there' s some kind of heaven | |
| And there' s got to be some kind of hell for you |
| zuò cí : Calbi | |
| Lead Vocal by | |
| Greg Leaning over the piranha pool | |
| You just wave your magic wand | |
| Dangling your fingertips | |
| Into the world of the just beyond. | |
| Sitting ever so quietly | |
| In your private dining room | |
| Guiding the waves of destiny | |
| Into the face of oblivion. | |
| So you' d rather been an opera star | |
| At the turn of the century. | |
| Well you never asked for this miracle trip | |
| A genius in the military | |
| You' re sincerely surprised with your own success | |
| Hanging out with the judges and the corporate heads | |
| You never anticipate the final toll | |
| Still shining all your medals | |
| For the final curtain call. | |
| You' re always talking ' bout the here and after | |
| But it don' t make much sense to me | |
| Still for all the men that you condemn | |
| Well I hope there' s some kind of heaven | |
| And there' s got to be some kind of hell for you | |
| Leaning over the piranha pool | |
| You just wave your magic wand | |
| Dangling your fingertips | |
| Into the world of the just beyond. | |
| Sitting ever so quietly | |
| In your private dining room | |
| Guiding the waves of destiny | |
| Into the face of oblivion. | |
| You' re always talking about the here and after | |
| But it don' t make much sense to me | |
| Still for all the men that you condemn | |
| Well I hope there' s some kind of heaven | |
| And there' s got to be some kind of hell for you |