Song Lyrics

The morning I set sail on a whalebone
The gale force winds made the sky grow
And I was far out in the ocean
I cut the roof of my mouth on the potion
Down, down, down went the femur
I let my backbone slide into the ether
Laying low in a tropical hideout
If anyone finds out, I'll turn their lights out

Where there's a will there's a way to go, you'll never know
I set sail that morning and I may not come back, bro
Lay low in a hideout just to bust you
Tropical, it's neurotic and exotic
With yet another broke bone incidental
Not accidental
When facts track the mental
Even when the move meant ditto
Even with the solitary movement
Words get arranged for maximum deployment
Words mean will
There's a whalebone then there's a tale gone wrong
Young gang on my boat, it's the same song
Same quote, nature stretches it out note by note

It's a new state, you don't know the nomenclature
The governor has status with the cutting apparatus
And that is half the battle
They can't think of how to absorb us
They won't think of how to absolve me
Let's see a cancerous mix of young pirates for kicks
Signed, C-L-T-B
In congealed blood, this is all on the surreal
Don't appeal to the side where the law resides
After that, it's a separatist homicide
Rappers try to cultivate carbon monoxide
You tried to get entranced by the folks
That try to get us by happenstance

Frame our press shots with a whale sternum
And a dolphin femur, band breather lab tech with a solvent
In a broken beaker, yell in boom mics and moonlight as a coffin cleaner
Then poolside I food fight with Hollywood anorexics
I'm in a crew of pallbearers and ambidextrous foosball players
We got pool hall flair, remove all layers of industry pretension
And augmented physical attributes
Because I'm blanketed in nude doll hair
But with these styles we're shrewd on-air
So we've been annexed to an annexed isle
By the radio programmer, half-man reptile
That church of Satan, bible study, tutor, choir boy
Prefers the works that are uninspired and coy
But uh Driver's ploy is to show a lot of follow through
Wearing a monocle coming out a fiery void
Collecting style in rental late fees
They never return it after the test drive
Infatuated by a robots breast size
We ain't entertained by balloon animals
Marooned on our tropical safe haven
Every day is a paid vacation

In the evening, I arrived on a wishbone
So I wished all the stars would go home
And one was a dog with its tail drawn
It laughed as it shed, now it's long gone
I remember the flavor
But I made a choice to stay here
Laying low in a tropical hideout
If anyone finds out, I'll turn their lights out

Marks Giovanni, Nicholas Shanahan Thorburn, Regan Farquhar

The duration of Where There's A Will A Whalebone is 3:56 minutes and seconds.