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