Jonny 5 - Leaks And Torrents and Sails, Oh My! lyrics

There's a hole in the bucket, dear Liza, dear Liza There's this hole in the bucket, dear Liza Leaks and torrents and sails oh my Leaks and torrents and sails oh my Leaks and torrents and sails oh my The cracks in the surface are hailstone-sized Leaks and torrents and sails oh my Leaks and torrents and sails oh my Leaks and torrents and sails oh my And everything depends who the tale's told by The world is an island now Crowded but desolate Limited resources Forces to wrestle with Some try to chart but their course is directionless So we built a vessal that's poised on the precipice On the high seas seekin' refugees to rescue with Personal floatation devices for the desperate Leavin' a trail of green bottles with messages Treasure's hidden in the crevices beneath our deficits By the time you get this it's Gonna be expected that You can lend your breath to this Mission and the effort this Ships been invested in So we can press ahead with it You provide wind for the sales that's the etiquette But the seas change No warnings Leaks in the frame Rein by the torrents And all aboard went forth in accordance Pickin' at the floorboards and pullin'em towards them They took the bundles of wood for their fortune Every one of them they wanted a portion Some of them normally couldn't afford'em Some of the could and just took'em from boredom And I wondered if I should thwart them And make ‘em stop like abortion But some of them were swordsmen And might get loud like distortion Insistin they should take it from me like foreskin So now I'm staring out at the north wind As things go south tellin crowds what's important: To maintain a platform To peak our performance To keep on course to reach these coordinates And the old days are over The vessal eeks forward She's okay if you row'er Weather the torrents ripped off the mast'r not Everything leaks now and the sales are lower So we're In the middle of nowhere But headed for a paradigm shift Floating on a metaphor Catch my drift With no stream Everyone must subsist on protein If you blow steam Listen don't think That I think that my “cop that sh**” don't stink But the water level's rising We're trying to turn the tide So I hope that our ship don't sink! Leaks and torrents and sails oh my Leaks and torrents and sails oh my Leaks and torrents and sails oh my The cracks in the surface are hailstone-sized Leaks and torrents and sails oh my Leaks and torrents and sails oh my Leaks and torrents and sails oh my And everything depends who the tale's told by [Leaks, torrents, sails (x3)] Cheetoh...Cheetoh, watch me! Good dog...oh the phone? Hey what's up man? Dude..guess what, guess where you are right now, you're on my mixtape. Say hello "Oh snap, Brer Rabbit, on the mixtape! Hot Fire" Nice