Whaling Vessel
my skin is made of the softest oils
does this make me a factory
my fins that take me through the sea
bounty of a royal man
that's trying to get the best of me
on his whaling vessel
my skin is made of the softest oils
destined for the big city
my tail is a gray oragami
bounty of a royal man
who's trying to get the best of me
on his whaling vessel
a thousand miles beside the rails
and then I'm gone before they set the sails on me
in their whaling vessel
a man is a fish that lost his scales
does that make him a lesser thing
tired of land where he is king
nothing noble in the art
of trying to get the best of me
on his whaling vessel
a man is a fish that lost his scales
does that make us family
does he face me honestly
driven by a frail sense of
on his whaling vessel