Letra de Salt Fare North Sea

¡°Slat 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 ¡°Salt fare, North Sea¡± Fish & Chip supper Battered, no bones Hung, drawn and quoted And drifting alone One thousand lashes For the Age of Reason Salt for your wounds When the cod's in season ¡°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 ¡°Salt fare, North Sea¡±