[Nick Thorburn]
The morning I set sail on a whalebone
The gale force winds made the sky grow
And I was far out in the ocean
When I cut the roof of my mouth on the potion
Down, down, down went the femur
I let my backbone slide in the ether
Laying low in a tropical hideout
If anyone finds out, I'll turn their lights out
[Subtitle]
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 down incidental
Not accidental, when facts track the mental
Even within the movements they know, even with the solitary movement
Words get arranged for maximum deployment; words mean will
Where there's a whalebone, there's a tale gone wrong
Young gang on a 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
And they won't thing of how to absolve me
Let's see a cancerous mix of young pirates
For kicks- signed, seated C.L.T.G
In congealed blood, this is all on the surreal
Don't appeal to the side where the law resides
After all 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 hap-happenstance
[Busdriver]
Frame our press show 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 satin bible study tutor choir boy
Prefers the works that are uninspired and coy
But uhh 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
Everyday is a paid vacation
[Nick Thorburn]
In the evening I arrived on a wishbone
So I wished all the stars would go home
But 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