Hey, Mr. Leader, I know how you need her to follow your every whim,
But she's docile and fragile; so willing for you to tell which way to give in,
You mislead the masses, you turn them to ashes, and they blow away
You mislead the masses, you're taking your chances,
This mockery lay will pay.

I see you under the ocean blue,
And I'll see you under the ocean blue.

Hey, Mr. Breather, your breath is a Caesar, tying her hands behind
You're a ruthless viper, waiting to kype her,
This time you'll control her mind,
You mislead the masses, you turn them to ashes, and they blow away
You mislead the masses, you're taking your chances,
This mockery lay will pay.

And I see you under the ocean blue,
And I'll see you under the ocean blue.

Take that millstone around your neck, tie it much tighter,
Cast your body into the sea; if not for her, for me.

And I see you under the ocean blue,
And I'll see you under the ocean blue.