Salt Fare, North Sea Lyrics - Singles - Chumbawamba

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 quoted 

And 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 along, drifting along 

Drifting along, drifting along 

Salt fare, North Sea 

Salt fare, North Sea 

Salt fare, North Sea 

Salt fare, North Sea 

Salt fare, North Sea 

Salt fare, North Sea