Last Great American Whale

Lou Reed

Composición de: Lou Reed
LAST GREAT AMERICAN WHALE 

They say he didn't have an enemy 
His was a greatness to behold 
He was the last surviving progeny 
The last one on this side of the world 

He measured half a mile from tip to tail 
Silver and black with powerful fins 
They say he could split a mountain in two 
That's how we got the Grand Canyon 

Last Great American Whale 
Last Great American Whale 
Last Great American Whale 
Last Great American Whale 

Some say they saw him at the Great Lakes 
Some say they saw him off the coast of Florida 
My mother said she saw him in Chinatown 
But you can't always trust your mother 

Off the Carolinas the sun shines brightly in the day 
The lighthouse glows ghostly there at night 
The chief of a local tribe 
Had killed a racist mayor's son 
And he'd been on death row since 1958 

The mayor's kid was a rowdy pig 
Spit on Indians and lots worse 
The old chief buried a hatchet in his head 
Life compared to death for him seemed worse 

The tribal brothers gathered in the lighthouse to sing 
And tried to conjure up a storm or rain 
The harbor parted 
and the great whale sprang full up 
And caused a huge tidal wave 

The wave crushed the jail and freed the chief 
The tribe let out a roar 
The whites were drowned 
The browns and reds set free 
But sadly one thing more 

Some local yokel member of the NRA 
Kept a bazooka in his living room 
And thinking he had the chief in his sight 
Blew the whale's brains out 
with a lead harpoon 

Last Great American Whale 
Last Great American Whale 
Last Great American Whale 
Last Great American Whale 

Well Americans don't care for much of anything 
Land and water the least 
And animal life is low on the totem pole 
with human life not worth more 
Than infected yeast 

Americans don't care too much for beauty 
They'll shit in a river, dump battery acid in a stream 
They'll watch dead rats wash up on the beach 
and complain if they can't swim 

They say things are done for the majority 
Don't believe half of what you see, 
And none of what you hear 
It's a lot like what my painter friend Donald said to me 
"Stick a fork in their ass and turn them over, 
They're done
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