The Whalers Dues

<br>Money speaks. soft hearts lose. the truth only whispers.<br><br>Its the whalers dues.<br><br><br><br>Ive been running on diesel. been running on coal.<br><br>Running on borrowed time, if truths to be told.<br><br>Two whales in the ocean, cruising the night<br><br>Search for each other before we turn out their light.<br><br><br><br>Been accused of deep murder on the north atlantic swell<br><br>But I have three hungry children and a young wife as well.<br><br>And behind stand generations of hard hunting men<br><br>Who raised a glass to the living, and went killing again.<br><br>Are you with me? <br><br><br><br>Money speaks, soft hearts lose. the truth only whispers.<br><br>Now pay the whalers dues.<br><br>Can you forgive me? <br><br><br><br>Now Im old and I sit land-locked in a back-country jail<br><br>To reflect on all of my sins and the death of the whale.<br><br>Send me back down the ages. put me to sea once again<br><br>When the oceans were full --- yes, and men would be men.<br><br>Can you forgive me?