Needy Generator -

I set fire to a way of living

That I never want to 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 a needy generator

Greet me when I awake every morning

I play deckhand for the Captain Langley

As we recover the boat from the mooring

And when the weather’s on

I can hardly wait

I know I’m not the only one

Who feels at home on the wild waves

They sink their teeth into my spine

Intoxicated on the brine

You’d swear the water tastes like wine

Where I’ll be floating all the time

Fare you well my ladies

Fare you well land lovers