[Verse 1]
'Twas quite
The inky black night
All the weather vanes were turning
And the constable was burning out his light
When lo
Our anchors went down, barnacle bound
The men were up and churning
Yes, and soon the square was burning to the ground
[Pre-Chorus]
And, oh, the flames were as gold
[Chorus]
I scowl at the angry moon
I am sick on myself, I'm a bum
What have I become?
A drunken maroon run aground
In this rotten town
[Verse 2]
It's been
A fortnight or two
The mutineers were plotting against the captain
As I'm rotting in the goo
The constable was set to drown while the shabby scabs who went to town
Were reconnoitering with blades and guns
But the ale had started spilling
Yes, and soon the crew was killing everyone
'Twas quite
The inky black night
All the weather vanes were turning
And the constable was burning out his light
When lo
Our anchors went down, barnacle bound
The men were up and churning
Yes, and soon the square was burning to the ground
[Pre-Chorus]
And, oh, the flames were as gold
[Chorus]
I scowl at the angry moon
I am sick on myself, I'm a bum
What have I become?
A drunken maroon run aground
In this rotten town
[Verse 2]
It's been
A fortnight or two
The mutineers were plotting against the captain
As I'm rotting in the goo
The constable was set to drown while the shabby scabs who went to town
Were reconnoitering with blades and guns
But the ale had started spilling
Yes, and soon the crew was killing everyone
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