Needy Generator Songtext
von Brown Bird

I set fire to my way of living that I never wanna live no more
I put down the Bible for a lady and a
Bottle and I feel a lot less like a whore
A rusted hammer and an eighty generator
Greet me when I wake every morning
I play deckhand for the Captain Langley
As we recover the boat from the mooring


And when the weather′s on
Well I can hardly wait
I know I'm not the only one
Who feels at home on the wild waves
They sank their teeth into my spine
Intoxicated on the brine
It′s where the water tastes like wine
Where I'll be floating all the time

Fare you well, my ladies
Fare you well, landlubbers
Fare you well, my ladies
Fare you well, landlubbers