Salt Fare, North Sea

Salt fare, North Sea

Salt fare, North SeaSalt fare, North Sea

Salt fare, North SeaRoll on, roll off

With these words I drown

Topmast secured

Hatches battened downSometimes I think

It must be different on land

But from the mast I can only see tyrants

Still in commandFish and chip supper

Battered, no bones

Hung, drawn and quoted

And drifting aloneOne thousand lashes

For the age of reason

Salt for your wounds

When the cod's in seasonSalt fare, North Sea

Salt fare, North SeaSalt fare, North Sea

Salt fare, North SeaWe reach the horizon

And sail over the edge

Drunk on our memories

More sober than a judgeI'm wasting time

That I can't afford

I know I'd die on the gallows

Before I'd die of being boredDrifting along, drifting along

Drifting along, drifting alongSalt fare, North Sea

Salt fare, North SeaSalt fare, North Sea

Salt fare, North SeaSalt fare, North Sea

Salt fare, North Sea