Old 8 legs

Way down in the green
Way down lies the queen
Queen of the sea and the sand
Down deep away from man
There's no logic or moral
Down deep beside the coral
Resting under the breaks
You'll find old 8 legs
Floating and swimming about
Holding the cloud in just to let it out
And if we disturb the peace
And piss through the top of the sea
She, she will release