| Song | Needy Generator |
| Artist | Brown Bird |
| Album | The Devil Dancing |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I set fire to a way of living | |
| That I never want to live no more | |
| I put down the Bible for a lady and a bottle | |
| And I feel a lot less like a whore | |
| A rusted hammer and a needy generator | |
| Greet me when I awake every morning | |
| I play deckhand for the Captain Langley | |
| As we recover the boat from the mooring | |
| And when the weather’s on | |
| I can hardly wait | |
| I know I’m not the only one | |
| Who feels at home on the wild waves | |
| They sink they’re teeth into my spine | |
| Intoxicated on the brine | |
| You’d swear the water tastes like wine | |
| Where I’ll be floating all the time | |
| Fare you well my ladies | |
| Fare you well land lovers |
| I set fire to a way of living | |
| That I never want to live no more | |
| I put down the Bible for a lady and a bottle | |
| And I feel a lot less like a whore | |
| A rusted hammer and a needy generator | |
| Greet me when I awake every morning | |
| I play deckhand for the Captain Langley | |
| As we recover the boat from the mooring | |
| And when the weather' s on | |
| I can hardly wait | |
| I know I' m not the only one | |
| Who feels at home on the wild waves | |
| They sink they' re teeth into my spine | |
| Intoxicated on the brine | |
| You' d swear the water tastes like wine | |
| Where I' ll be floating all the time | |
| Fare you well my ladies | |
| Fare you well land lovers |
| I set fire to a way of living | |
| That I never want to live no more | |
| I put down the Bible for a lady and a bottle | |
| And I feel a lot less like a whore | |
| A rusted hammer and a needy generator | |
| Greet me when I awake every morning | |
| I play deckhand for the Captain Langley | |
| As we recover the boat from the mooring | |
| And when the weather' s on | |
| I can hardly wait | |
| I know I' m not the only one | |
| Who feels at home on the wild waves | |
| They sink they' re teeth into my spine | |
| Intoxicated on the brine | |
| You' d swear the water tastes like wine | |
| Where I' ll be floating all the time | |
| Fare you well my ladies | |
| Fare you well land lovers |