Last Great American Whale — текст песни (Lou Reed)

They say he didnt 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 a half mile from tip to tail

Silver and black with powerful fins

They say he could split a mountain in two

Thats 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 of florida

My mother said she saw him in chinatown

But you cant 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 mayors son

And hed been on death row since 1958



The mayors 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, the great whale sprang full up

And caused a hugh 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 whales brains out with a lead harpoon



Last great american whale

Last great american whale

Last great american whale

Last great american whale



Well americans dont 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 dont care too much for beauty

Theyll shit in a river, dump battery acid in a stream

Theyll watch dead rats wash up on the beach

And complain if they cant swim



They say things are done for the majority

Dont believe half of what you see and none of what you hear

Its like what my painter friend donald said to me

"stick a fork in their ass and turn them over, theyre done"