Money speaks. Soft hearts lose
The truth only whispers
It's the whaler's dues
I've been running on diesel
Been running on coal
Running on borrowed time
if truth's to be told
Two whales in the ocean
cruising the night
search for each other
before we turn out their light
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Been accused of deep murder
on the North Atlantic swell
but I have
three hungry children
and a young wife as well
And behind stand generations
of hard hunting men
who raised a glass to the living
and went killing again
Are you with me
Are you with me
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Money speaks
soft hearts lose
The truth only whispers
Now pay the whaler's dues
Can you forgive me
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Money speaks
soft hearts lose
The truth only whispers
Now pay the whaler's dues
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Now I'm old
and I sit land locked
in a back country jail
to reflect on all of my sins
and the death of the whale
Send me back down the ages
Put me to sea once again
when the oceans were full
yes, and men would be men
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Can you forgive me