Oh the captain of The Commodore

The Jersey Devil himself

Just a black sheep on a black sea screaming out

Blood on the foolscap, bullets in the quill

If the story won’t break you’ve got to bend it to your will

Drama in the dispatch, honey for the hardtack

Just get it on the page and ship it kid

Always a lover waiting somewhere in the wings

Or turning on the vine, my little consumptive king

Tried to disappear down in the Havana like a ghost

And just blend into the bar behind the whiskey and the smoke

Never been afraid, Never been afraid

Never been afraid, Never been afraid

Never been afraid, Never been afraid

Of the gun or the grave, gotta feel it from the front line

Of the gun or the grave, gotta feel it from the front line

All this patriotic imagery

The gruesome hallmarks of war

Just a mouthful of dust to the captain of The Commodore

And he says:

“Take me where the action is!

I want to feel the pulse and the panic of the powerless

I’m unconventional, yes, but it’s not my fault

I outgrew the fear when I was young and now I’m numb as an adult.”

Well, love is a good horse

Truth is a torch

It’s not hard to keep it burning but you’ve got to light it first

Save the polish for the saddle, we won’t need it for the story

Truth is a torch

We’ll keep it burning for the glory

Always a lover waiting somewhere in the wings

Or turning on the vine, my little consumptive king

Tried to disappear down in the Havana like a ghost

And just blend into the bar behind the whiskey and the smoke

Never been afraid, Never been afraid

Never been afraid, Never been afraid

Never been afraid, Never been afraid

Of the gun or the grave, gotta feel it from the front line

Of the gun or the grave, gotta feel it from the front line

Of the gun or the grave, gotta feel it from the front line

At the feet of the fire, wanna feel it from the front line