I'm a butcher and a barbernAnd I live down by the seanWaiting at the harbour for the ships to come to menTake all they can offernAnd they leave eventuallynAnd they don't returnnAnd I never learnnnYou can loose your grip by degreesnThin yourselfnMiserynThe fact we got from A to BnThat's good enough for mennyou're a barber and a butcher toonThen you know how I feelnWith eyes upon the futurenAs the past has no appealnThis is all that's left for usnWhat happened to the deal?nWhat a stingnWhat a burnnDo I never learn?nnYou can loose your grip along the waynGot to strip some layers awaynI got it wrong but I can get it rightnJust turn me towards the lightnLike a flower about to bloomnYou must protect menGive me roomnnI failed to understand younMust you make such fussnToo late to take the tillernOn this course we can't adjustnTime will take her hull from younAnd turn it into rustnFrom bow to sternnnBut we can get a gripnWhat do you say?nAnd we could sail this ship awaynWe can sing a songnWin the fightnjust turn me towards the lightnLike a flower about to bloomnYou must protect menGive me roomnohhhnGive me room