Testo di The whaler's Dues

Money speaks. Soft hearts lose. The truth only whispers It's the whaler's dues I've been running on diesel. Been running on coal Running on borrowed time, if truth's to be told Two whales in the ocean, cruising the night search for each other before we turn out their light Been accused of deep murder on the North Atlantic swell but I have three hungry children and a young wife as well And behind stand generations of hard hunting men who raised a glass to the living, and went killing again Are you with me? Money speaks, soft hearts lose. The truth only whispers Now pay the whaler's dues Can you forgive me? Now I'm old and I sit land-locked in a back-country jail to reflect on all of my sins and the death of the whale Send me back down the ages. Put me to sea once again when the oceans were full --- yes, and men would be men Can you forgive me?