[Instrumental intro] [Verse 1] (Ooooh) (Brassjaw, Brassjaw!) At Neptune’s Rise, By rusted rail, Last Sunday dusk, Through leaking shale. The boardwalk groaned, The bathers gleamed, The sky was glass, The sea half-dreamed. [Hook] (Brassjaw! Brassjaw!) (Built for war — and law!) (Teeth like drills,) (And morals raw!) [Instrumental] [Verse 2] It rose from vents, With gears that wept. A drill for jaws. Its rage — well kept. Splicer kids Were feeding fish. Now they run — It snaps the dish. [Mini-Chorus – Plasmid-Pitched Harmony] (“Electro Bolt!”) (“Too late, my dear…) (“No more Eve — Just gory smear.”) [Instrumental] [Bridge] Fontaine’s lads Just fled the pier. A girl with wings Shook off her fear. “It’s Atlas’ trick!” They cried in vain, But even gods Can’t stop a chain. [Hook – Reprise with Swagger] (Brassjaw! Brassjaw!) (From Hephaestus deep!) (Woke too soon — Now none shall sleep!) [Verse 3] McGee emerged In bloodstained boots. He fired with grace, Then bowed in suits. The harpoon soared Through art and bile. It hit — the shark And It exploded in style! [Instrumental] [Outro] The sand is red. The sky is steam. A mask lies cracked Beside ice cream. Brassjaw’s gone — but he was grand… Another ghost of Rapture’s sand. [Instrumental fade out]
