The Murlocs
Smithereens
Scuse me sir, are you a saint or a hell raiser?
Wondering if you’re gonna be the one that massacres me
The etiquette has been tossed in the furnace, scattered in the wind at the beach, dissolving in the sea 

I’m leaving no stone unturned, merciless 
We’re standing at the edge of the cliff, the tip of the ice berg

Smithereens (in smithereens) Smithereens (in smithereens)
Exploding into Smithereens (in smithereens)
Smithereens (in smithereens) Exploding into..

Wait a minute mam, are you an angel or a barbarian?
Can’t seem to tell the difference between a good or a bad person 
The odds are against us, they're stacking up like the leaning tower of Pisa 
Swaying on pair of wooden stilts, fingers splintered

I’m leaving no stone unturned, merciless 
We’re standing at the edge of the cliff, the tip of the ice berg

Smithereens (in smithereens) Smithereens (in smithereens)
Exploding into Smithereens (in smithereens)
Smithereens (in smithereens) Exploding into..