Whaling Vessel

My skin is made of the softest oils
Does this make me a factory?
My fins that take me through the sea
Bounty of a royal man that is trying to get the best of me
On his whaling vessel

My skin is made of the softest oils
Destined for the big city
My tail is a grey origami
Bounty of a royal man who's trying to get the best of me
On his whaling vessel

A thousand miles beside the rails
And then I'm gone before they set the sails on me
In their whaling vessel

A man is a fish that lost his scales
Does that make him a lesser thing?
Tired of land where he is king?
Nothing noble in the art of trying to get the best of me
On his whaling vessel

A man is a fish that lost his scales
Does that make us family?
Does he face me honestly?
Driven by a frail sense of sharing ancient memories
On his whaling vessel