Leaks And Torrents and Sails, Oh My!

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 shit” 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)]
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