Chumbawamba
Salt Fare, North Sea
Salt fare, North Sea (repeats)Roll on, roll offWith these words I drownTopmast securedHatches battened downSometimes I thinkIt must be different on landBut from the mast I can only see tyrantsStill in commandFish and Chip supperBattered, no bonesHung, drawn and quotedAnd drifting aloneOne thousand lashesFor the Age of ReasonSalt for your woundsWhen the cod's in seasonSalt fare, North Sea (repeats)We reach the horizonAnd sail over the edgeDrunk on our memoriesMore sober than a judgeI'm wasting timeThat I can't affordI know I'd die on the gallowsBefore I'd die of being boredDrifting along, drifting along (repeats)Salt fare, North Sea (repeats)
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