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. And behind stand generations of hard hunting men who raised a glass to the living, and went killing again.
Money speaks, soft hearts lose.
The truth only whispers. Now pay the whaler's dues. Send me back down the ages. Big Riff and Mando Marty loved the sound of the stolen mandolin. Somebody took it on a dare in the night-time.