Testo di Needy Generator

I set fire to a way of living That I never want to live no more I put down the Bible for a lady and a bottle And I feel a lot less like a whore A rusted hammer and a needy generator Greet me when I awake every morning I play deckhand for the Captain Langley As we recover the boat from the mooring And when the weather’s on I can hardly wait I know I’m not the only one Who feels at home on the wild waves They sink they’re teeth into my spine Intoxicated on the brine You’d swear the water tastes like wine Where I’ll be floating all the time Fare you well my ladies Fare you well land lovers