Chumbawamba - Salt Fare, North Sea lyrics

Salt fare, North Sea Salt fare, North Sea Salt fare, North Sea Salt 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 Fish and chip supper Battered, no bones Hung, drawn and quartered Drifting alone One thousand lashes For the Age of Reason Salt for your wounds When the cod's in season Salt fare, North Sea Salt fare, North Sea Salt fare, North Sea 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 Drifting alone, drifting alone, drifting alone Drifting alone, drifting alone, drifting alone Salt fare, North Sea Drifting alone, drifting alone, drifting alone Salt fare, North Sea Drifting alone, drifting alone, drifting alone Salt fare, North Sea Drifting alone, drifting alone, drifting alone Salt fare, North Sea Drifting alone, drifting alone, drifting alone Salt fare, North Sea Drifting alone, drifting alone, drifting alone Salt fare, North Sea