Fisherman's Theme from Lighthouse Man by Alpine Communist Orchestra

We’ll soon reach the shore,
Where they’ll settle the score.
They’ll all hate your guts,
Set off their filthy mutts
Who’ll sink their teeth into ya,
And get you put away
Till the end of your days,
Till the end of your days!

Me, I just keep rowing,
I don’t judge thee who sin,
Just an ‘umble old fisherman,
Who turns his blind eye on
Crime and foul deeds,
And helps anyone in need
I got young mouths to feed,
I got young mouths to feed!

See those lights off in the distance,
They’re not fond of your existence
Better watch your back,
Or they’ll put a knife in it,
Now you hear the mob a-howling,
and their ghastly dogs a-growling,
I’m your only friend in this town,
Best of luck to you old man,
Best of luck to you old man!

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