Lead Vocal by Greg      Leaning over the piranha pool   You just wave your magic wand   Dangling your fingertips   Into the world of the just beyond.   Sitting ever so quietly   In your private dining room   Guiding the waves of destiny   Into the face of oblivion.      So you'd rather been an opera star   At the turn of the century.   Well you never asked for this miracle trip   A genius in the military   You're sincerely surprised with your own success   Hanging out with the judges and the corporate heads   You never anticipate the final toll   Still shining all your medals   For the final curtain call.      You're always talking 'bout the here and after   But it don't make much sense to me   Still for all the men that you condemn   Well I hope there's some kind of heaven   And there's got to be some kind of hell for you      Leaning over the piranha pool   You just wave your magic wand   Dangling your fingertips   Into the world of the just beyond.   Sitting ever so quietly   In your private dining room   Guiding the waves of destiny   Into the face of oblivion.      You're always talking about the here and after   But it don't make much sense to me   Still for all the men that you condemn   Well I hope there's some kind of heaven   And there's got to be some kind of hell for you