You gave me A boozers gut The outlook is pretty grim Condemned in my heart I guess these salad days have taken their toll You gave me The sailors tongue I curse the day you were born And in five years of hell You tortured my soul I guess these salad days have taken their toll Black River She pulls me in White lighting Can you raise the dead Will you keep your word, and deliver Black River White lighting You left me A broken man To lonely to get out of bed 'N the emblem of youth that hangs on my wall Well it waits for its owner to call Black river She pulls me in White lighting Can you raise the dead? Will you keep your word, and deliver Black river White Lighting Instrumental Ooooh can you save this sinking ship? Can you... X 8