Harp and Lyre - Cowboy J, The Beatnik

Like a man at sea the current points north.
I hope I get to land. (I hope I get to land)
This boat is full of disease;
This dirt is escaping me.
With defeat on my shoulders.

We can repair this foundation
That was torn by the thieves and whores.
Prepare these walls for the floods that lie ahead.
We can repair this foundation
That was torn by the thieves and whores.

They're strong and take down the weak.

Stand firm in this fort built by the hands of mercy.

They will call you back,
Voices like angels; faces like children.