[Verse 1] Down in the depths where the shadows creep, Marcus the bristlenose don’t lose no sleep. Stickin’ to the glass, like a king on his throne, Ruler of the driftwood, forever alone. [Verse 2] He polishes the rocks, keeps the algae away, A silent guardian, night and day. But when the moonlight hits, oh, he takes his chance, Gliding through the water like a ghost in a dance. [Chorus] Oh, Marcus the Mighty, the tank’s old soul, Living in the shadows, but he's got control. No one sees him, but he's always there, Watching, waiting, with a pleco’s stare. [Verse 3] Dropped him a cucumber, he claimed it like a king, Nothing in this tank opposes his might. A whiskered warrior with a steady gaze, Cleaning up the mess in mysterious ways. [Bridge] Some fish shine bright, some swim in fame, But Marcus don’t care, he don’t play that game. He’s a bottom-feeder, a quiet knight, Keeping things steady in the dead of night. [Chorus] Oh, Marcus the Mighty, the tank’s old soul, Living in the shadows, but he's got control. No one sees him, but he's always there, Watching, waiting, with a pleco’s stare. [Outro] So raise a toast to the bristlenose crew, The unsung heroes in waters blue. They don’t seek glory, they don’t seek might, But without them, the tank ain't right.
