Brown Bird
Needy Generator
I set fire to a way of living That I never want to live no moreI put down the Bible for a lady and a bottle And I feel a lot less like a whoreA rusted hammer and a needy generatorGreet me when I awake every morningI play deckhand for the Captain LangleyAs we recover the boat from the mooringAnd when the weather's onI can hardly waitI know I'm not the only oneWho feels at home on the wild wavesThey sink they're teeth into my spineIntoxicated on the brineYou'd swear the water tastes like wineWhere I'll be floating all the timeFare you well my ladiesFare you well land lovers
From Letras Mania