or
Jethro Tull

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.

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?
(No!)

Money speaks, soft hearts lose.
The truth only whispers.
Now pay the whaler's dues.
Can you forgive me?
(No!)

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.
Can you forgive me?
(No!)

Written by IAN ANDERSON
Published by CHRYSALIS MUSIC GROUP

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