Salt Fare, Noth Sea

Salt fare, North Sea
 Salt fare, North Sea
 Salt fare, North Sea
 Salt fare, North Sea
 Roll on, roll off
 With these words I drown
 Topmast secured
 Hatches battened down
 Sometimes I think
 It must be different on land
 But from the mast I can only see tyrants
 Still in command
 Fish and chip supper
 Battered, no bones
 Hung, drawn and quartered
 Drifting alone
 One thousand lashes
 For the Age of Reason
 Salt for your wounds
 When the cod's in season
 Salt fare, North Sea
 Salt fare, North Sea
 Salt fare, North Sea
 Salt fare, North Sea
 We reach the horizon
 And sail over the edge
 Drunk on our memories
 More sober than a judge
 I'm wasting time
 That I can't afford
 I know I'd die on the gallows
 Before I'd die of being bored
 Drifting alone, drifting alone, drifting alone
 Drifting alone, drifting alone, drifting alone
 Salt fare, North Sea
 Drifting alone, drifting alone, drifting alone
 Salt fare, North Sea
 Drifting alone, drifting alone, drifting alone
 Salt fare, North Sea
 Drifting alone, drifting alone, drifting alone
 Salt fare, North Sea
 Drifting alone, drifting alone, drifting alone
 Salt fare, North Sea
 Drifting alone, drifting alone, drifting alone
 Salt fare, North Sea