Wild and Blue Songtext
von Do-Ré-Mi

Trawler boats are coming in
This town′s alive tonight
Forty days of dragging nets
The boys are out and getting tight
Word about the cod wars
Been gone or lost and won
But forty days they own the sea
They'll take it as it comes

On their streets you die, they′re making angels
Cod for wings and pots of blue
Go and see if Christ could raise the sirens
Ask them where it's wild and blue


If Jesus was a northern man
Asking questions
With a crowding in his waistband
Forget the loaves and fishes
Strangled in the cod wars
The only fishnets left up here
Are guided by chandelier
Cut prices launch expensive stores

On their streets you die, they're making angels
Cod for wings and pots of blue
Go and see if Christ could raise the sirens
Ask them where it′s wild and blue

And they might be only lucky one time
But what a time they had
And they might be only lucky one time
But what a time they had

Nets used to go resting there
So heavy on the scale
Batteries boarded up
Patted down in devil′s jail
Wounded in the cod wars
On Heaven's gate they′re shouting down
To temple laws of Whitehall
To our Father and the crown


On their streets you die, they're making angels
Cod for wings and pots of blue
Go and see if Christ could raise the sirens
Ask them where it′s wild and blue
On their streets you die, they're making angels
Cod for wings and pots of blue
Go and see if Christ could raise the sirens
Ask them where it′s wild and blue