Rotten Town (Album Version)

'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 am 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
'Gainst 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 gun

But the ale had started spilling
Yes, and soon the crew was killing everyone

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

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

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, yo ho, o'er the Atlantic we go
Drinking 'til we all get sick
And coming up with limericks
But 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 am 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 (In this rotten town, I see my end)
I am sick in a barrel of rum
What have I become?
A drunken maroon run aground (I stumbled down, and run aground)
In this rotten town (In this rotten, in this rotten-)