whales don't cry

There’s a whale on the hook, I use my nose as a fishing pole

The more I lie, the further out my bait goes

Small teeth but the tail is large

Re-cast her as bait and try to catch the stars

We’re eating good tonight, true love is on the plate

Masturbate the meat let the blood ejaculate

Dipping bread in the puddle that the dead love makes

Cutting slabs off the heart and eat her hopes till my jaw breaks

A little bland, add a pinch of salt

Make soup de jour of this geological fault

Meals over, I’m not full and I feel like a waste

Sure she looks good but it ain’t how she tastes

Call me Ishmael; yeah I’m stranded on a boat tonight

And I swear on my life, yeah I swear my soul,

Captain Ahab won’t rest till his leg is whole

Yeah he will grapple thee, from hell’s heart at thee,

For hate’s sake he’ll spit his last breath of fire at thee

Call me Ishmael; and I’m stranded tonight

Peeling back the skin to get a full look at the grin

Let’s count the teeth inside to see who’s hiding more within

Release the dirty animals petrified between the gaps

Reanimate the dead so they can find another trap

Out in the deep blue, remembering what it’s like to breath

Was it love or just loneliness that made her fall for me?

Tripping over that first stone that stubbed her big toe

She started crying when see seen the blood, so I took her home

But who’s the prey here, the shark or the fish

Was it the chum in the water that gave birth to that first kiss?

Wake up paralyzed to a surprise sneak attack

Because the one you love no longer loves you back

Call me Ishmael; yeah I’m stranded on a boat tonight

And I swear on my life, yeah I swear my soul,

Captain Ahab won’t rest till his leg is whole

Yeah he will grapple thee, from hell’s heart at thee,

For hate’s sake he’ll spit his last breath of fire at thee

Call me Ishmael; and I’m stranded tonight

The captain’s lost his beans; he shaved off his face to see what’s inside

Been writing love letters to a whale postmarked 150 years back in time

But the skin was too much, he clogged up the drain

The letters were overkill, he ran out of things to say

And so started this endless tour of sea that’s been nothing but grim

Searching for a whale to get revenge upon or loose another limb

And no, he don’t care who he drags into the bottom of the sea

He’d put his own mother in a locker if it meant he could live ghost free

And who am I to say he’s crazy, I’m the one following him

Looking for the ghost of a whale chewing on a pirate’s boot, size 10

Hanging my head overboard to hide the tears that are rolling warm

Jealous I don’t got my own fish to chase around this storm

Call me Ishmael; yeah I’m stranded on a boat tonight

And I swear on my life, yeah I swear my soul,

Captain Ahab won’t rest till his leg is whole

Yeah he will grapple thee, from hell’s heart at thee,

For hate’s sake he’ll spit his last breath of fire at thee

Call me Ishmael; and I’m stranded tonight