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