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
Sharing ancient memories
On his whaling vessel