Some men are lost and just need guiding Some men have blood on their minds Other men are food for bigger fish And I’m finding Those men are swimming against the tide
You need it I’ll get it I’m your fixer
I’ll lead you in I’ll lay you out
You need it I’ll get it I’m your fixer
Be my guest I’ll sort it out
I’ve seen a ship in every harbor Never had a port in any storm I’ve made friends with sharks and men It gets harder To tell the two of them apart
For a man to find his way For a shark to find its prey