Bombadil
Whaling Vessel
My skin is made of the softest oilsDoes this make me a factoryMy fins that take me through the seaBounty of a royal manThat's trying to get the best of meOn his whaling vesselMy skin is made of the softest oilsDestined for the big cityMy tail is a gray origamiBounty of a royal manWho's trying to get the best of meOn his whaling vesselA thousand miles beside the railsAnd then I'm gone before they set the sails on meIn their whaling vesselA man is a fish that lost his scalesDoes that make him a lesser thingTired of land where he is kingNothing noble in the artOf trying to get the best of meOn his whaling vesselLetras de cancionesA man is a fish that lost his scalesDoes that make us familyDoes he face me honestlyDriven by a frail sense ofSharing ancient memoriesOn his whaling vessel
From Letras Mania