fly the flag of the caduceus--   i swear there was an oath you swore to uphold?   the men go out on their ships most every night,   and the harpooners won't make it out alive.      [bowie says "don't believe,"   and i'm inclined to agree   cause when you're fishing in the sea   its all just cetacean history.]      all along there never was the one   you said you're after,   and the asps crawl up your arm   from off the cane you brandished at me.   you tried to heal the hole with snake oil   and white whale blubber.   there never was a hole at all.      all you ever wanted was perfection and acceptance and the people of the world have just been rearranging faces and the truth about the people is that people are just people, you know?      don't believe, don't believe   in cetacean history.