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Hunting the Killer Great White Shark in the 19th Century Sam Adams after a rough night Drinking with ruffian sailors In a decadent, evil run-down SF waterfront dive Woke up on a 19th-century wailing ship He demanded to see the captain Said that there was a mistake, he was from the future The captain said that may be, but you are mine now And we are hunting the great white killer shark. White Shark |