The Squall lyrics

[STUBB]
I got a hole in my heart
And  I’m told the missing part
Was  stole by a joker in the sea of Japan
Let’s fly, can’t say I ever met the guy
But I swear my life to your revenge

You  clench your hands in your sleep
In  your hammock, counting sheep
With a cry and leap, you’re up all night
Hell  yawns, bloody nails, sweaty palms
You do your crew an awful fright

Should be a piece of fishy cakes
When Moby di*k we meet
'Cause  its whale versus whale
If honey, you are what you eat
Though other whales keep away, see
That’s what bothers me
Huh, like a waterspout, should be a breeze

I’m saying, you there
You can’t take away my song
But in the bad times
You’re welcome to sing along, woah…
When you want drugs you ain’t got
You call it rum to a sod
I call it hair of the dog that bit your left leg off
See here, surely you haven’t learned a thing
You fell asleep when though was taught

The sergeant general should figure
Every whale with a sticker
Saying “this will kill you dead”, and yet I sing:
“Such fun to bathe in whale blood
Well worth the end of life it brings”

My music holds no secrets
Only joy to those who try
It almost tops the feeling
Of the high hissing of the line
And purges for a moment
What’s on the other end of mine
What? It’s just a freaky nursery rhyme

I’m saying, you there
You can’t take away my song
But in the bad times
You’re welcome to sing along, woah…

Compliment his sense of style
Wear a quarter of a smile
Don’t mock his mittens or the scars around his eyes:
We’ll be dancing for a while
He would’ve hoped a great lake
Closed that island, pseudo-strait
Into to dawn with noble traits
We’ve come so far
So march to Java, St Helena
Sunda, Formosa, Bally, Sikoke
Past the Bashee Isles and Cape De Verses
We’ve combed the whole entire ocean
Left no drop, and swept it under
Yet I still find cause to wonder:
Where’s the great sardine?
Oh, we’re running on a hunch
We hunt a devil with a hump
The devil’s going to make a scene

The only choice to have is how you spend eternity
At the bottom of the ocean or in the belly of the beast
So pick your soup or salad, and join in on my revelry
Woah…

I’m saying, you there
You can’t take away my song
To lift the needle
You will have to cut my throat
Oh, let’s brain a bunch of whales and smash their skulls to smithereens
Oh, don’t dare we have us half her fun
Now here comes the guillotine
I say, you…