Holes

If the first thing you see is your cousin
And the first thing you hear is a song
As you're stepping down off of that boat or that plane
Rejoice boys 'cause now you're back home
I'm glad you could make it this summer
We're gonna have some fun I can tell
With the oil off our shores we got work for the whores
But otherwise boys Jobs are scarce

They told us we'd be rich in a moment
The cautious said it would take a few weeks
It's been forty years and more since they drilled out that crude
All that's lining my pockets is holes
We can't take out our boats on the water
Or set our nets like we often times did
There's no chance for a good strike of salmon or cod
And the Japanese don't come for the squid

You heard that they shut down the fishery
What I want to know is What the hell do they know about fish
And the state of our economy that's disgraceful you say
But our highways are still pocked with holes

Now Billy has gone to the mainland
Janice is working down south
And Shirley and Ray,they're still around the bay
They're living from their hand to their mouth
They're living from
They're living from
They're living from their hand to their mouth
Yeah, they told us we'd be rich in a moment