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 is 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 grey origami 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