Busdriver - Where There's A Will There's A Whalebone lyrics

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Busdriver - Where There's A Will There's A Whalebone lyrics

[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