Lyrics: Rotten Town

'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
And oh, the flames were as gold

I scowl at the angry moon
I'm sick on myself, i'm a bum
What have i become
A drunken maroon
Run aground
In this rotten town

It's been a fortnight or two
The mutineers are plotting against the captain
As i'm rotting in the goo
The constable was set to drown while the
Shabby scabs that went to town
Were reconnoitering with blades and gun
But the ale had started spilling, yes
And soon the crew was killing everyone

And all the shrieks burned with gold
But oh, my bones were so cold

I scowl at the angry moon
I'm sick on myself, i'm a bum
What have i become
A drunken maroon
Run aground
In this rotten town

I stumbled down the harbor to the tavern on the square
And heard a raucous ruckus as it rang
From some foul inebriates, some men i used to call my mates
Were lost in song and this is what they sang
They sang,

"hey, hi, oh, ho, o'er the atlantic we go
Drinking 'til we all get sick
And coming up with limericks
Be we never quite remember how they end."

I can see my childhood home
I think of my dear old mum
What have i become

I scowl at the angry moon
I'm sick on myself, i'm a bum
What have i become
A drunken maroon
Run aground
In this rotten town

I scowl at the angry moon
I'm sick on myself, i'm a bum
What have i become
A drunken maroon
Run aground
In this rotten town

I scowl at the angry moon
I'm sick on myself, i'm a bum
What have i become
A drunken maroon
Run aground
In this rotten town