Song | Bilgewater |
Artist | Brown Bird |
Album | Salt for Salt |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
It don’t matter if the cold wind blows | |
I’m gonna wind up working in the thick of it | |
sunshine through the rain and snow | |
there’s an oily brine bilge water baptism waiting below | |
that’s just the waves slamming against the topsides’ sound | |
don’t let the ever rolling motion go and get you down | |
don’t let it shake your steady thread cutting hand | |
keep stealing ribbons from the steel and giving hell | |
to every halyard you can | |
in spite of all the wherewithal | |
to fight it all I will face it all | |
in spite of all the wherewithal | |
to fight it all I’ll embrace it all | |
when everyday’s like a war between the will to go on | |
and a wish that the world would spiral into the sun | |
turn your head toward the storm that’s surely coming along | |
if the sun was always shining and our load always light | |
we’d be shaking like a leaf with every God given night | |
and we’d break under the weight of any pressure | |
that was ever applied | |
will you be ready when the straw boss calls? | |
he’s got an ever loving bone to pick with one and all | |
don’t let his condescension get you down | |
just have the strength to know you’re wrong | |
and when you’re right the strength to stand your ground | |
in spite of all the wherewithal | |
to fight it all I will face it all | |
in spite of all the wherewithal | |
to fight it all I’ll embrace it all | |
when everyday is like a war | |
you find no strength from your usual source | |
there’s no peace, there’s no rest | |
your fortitude is feeling put to the test | |
when everyday is like a war between the will to go on | |
and a wish that the world would spiral into the sun | |
turn your head toward the storm that’s surely coming along | |
if the sun was always shining and our load always light | |
we’d be shaking like a leaf with every God given night | |
and we’d break under the weight | |
of any pain that ever came in this life |
It don' t matter if the cold wind blows | |
I' m gonna wind up working in the thick of it | |
sunshine through the rain and snow | |
there' s an oily brine bilge water baptism waiting below | |
that' s just the waves slamming against the topsides' sound | |
don' t let the ever rolling motion go and get you down | |
don' t let it shake your steady thread cutting hand | |
keep stealing ribbons from the steel and giving hell | |
to every halyard you can | |
in spite of all the wherewithal | |
to fight it all I will face it all | |
in spite of all the wherewithal | |
to fight it all I' ll embrace it all | |
when everyday' s like a war between the will to go on | |
and a wish that the world would spiral into the sun | |
turn your head toward the storm that' s surely coming along | |
if the sun was always shining and our load always light | |
we' d be shaking like a leaf with every God given night | |
and we' d break under the weight of any pressure | |
that was ever applied | |
will you be ready when the straw boss calls? | |
he' s got an ever loving bone to pick with one and all | |
don' t let his condescension get you down | |
just have the strength to know you' re wrong | |
and when you' re right the strength to stand your ground | |
in spite of all the wherewithal | |
to fight it all I will face it all | |
in spite of all the wherewithal | |
to fight it all I' ll embrace it all | |
when everyday is like a war | |
you find no strength from your usual source | |
there' s no peace, there' s no rest | |
your fortitude is feeling put to the test | |
when everyday is like a war between the will to go on | |
and a wish that the world would spiral into the sun | |
turn your head toward the storm that' s surely coming along | |
if the sun was always shining and our load always light | |
we' d be shaking like a leaf with every God given night | |
and we' d break under the weight | |
of any pain that ever came in this life |
It don' t matter if the cold wind blows | |
I' m gonna wind up working in the thick of it | |
sunshine through the rain and snow | |
there' s an oily brine bilge water baptism waiting below | |
that' s just the waves slamming against the topsides' sound | |
don' t let the ever rolling motion go and get you down | |
don' t let it shake your steady thread cutting hand | |
keep stealing ribbons from the steel and giving hell | |
to every halyard you can | |
in spite of all the wherewithal | |
to fight it all I will face it all | |
in spite of all the wherewithal | |
to fight it all I' ll embrace it all | |
when everyday' s like a war between the will to go on | |
and a wish that the world would spiral into the sun | |
turn your head toward the storm that' s surely coming along | |
if the sun was always shining and our load always light | |
we' d be shaking like a leaf with every God given night | |
and we' d break under the weight of any pressure | |
that was ever applied | |
will you be ready when the straw boss calls? | |
he' s got an ever loving bone to pick with one and all | |
don' t let his condescension get you down | |
just have the strength to know you' re wrong | |
and when you' re right the strength to stand your ground | |
in spite of all the wherewithal | |
to fight it all I will face it all | |
in spite of all the wherewithal | |
to fight it all I' ll embrace it all | |
when everyday is like a war | |
you find no strength from your usual source | |
there' s no peace, there' s no rest | |
your fortitude is feeling put to the test | |
when everyday is like a war between the will to go on | |
and a wish that the world would spiral into the sun | |
turn your head toward the storm that' s surely coming along | |
if the sun was always shining and our load always light | |
we' d be shaking like a leaf with every God given night | |
and we' d break under the weight | |
of any pain that ever came in this life |