Another Death - Birth Control

A fisherman is out at sea

But there’s no fish in the water

His net is black as he pulls it free

A shock’s awaiting him

He always tried to find a good place

He knew the fish would be there

Last fish he saw had death on its face

A fate he soon would share

Another man was spending his life

Transporting oil in tankers

Then one day, they said to his wife

We must give you our thanks

Your husband tried, he tried his best

To save our precious cargo

Our ship was caught by a gale from the west

It sank, dragged him below

Another death, another life is gone

The ocean now is turning into an oilpit

Another ship, another load is gone

We only live as long as it takes us to spoil it

Ow, another death, another life is gone

The ocean now is turning into an oilpit

Another ship, another load is gone

We only live as long as it takes us to spoil it

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