Murder City Devils
Murder City Devils - Press Gang songtekst
Je score:
Pecked by the seagulls, hanging from the gallows Twisting in the breeze, dripping something on the streets I can see him from my window, they can see him from the water Just a victim of the press gang I knew him when he was breathing He was a good man, he was a young man He was like you, he was like me It could've been me It could've been me Twisting in the breeze (Cut him down, cut him down) Left for the children on the street (Cut him down, cut him down) On the street He should've kept his mouth shut He never shoulda left that ship Don't go drinking down by the docks You don't know if you'll wake up I knew him when he was breathing He was a good man, he was a young man He was like you, he was like me It could've been me It could've been me Twisting in the breeze (Cut him down, cut him down) Left for the children on the street (Cut him down, cut him down) On the street Woke up on the water No one ever asked him if he wanted to go Didn't have any options He was smart - he got out when he could Should've stayed in the Pacific Should've stayed in the Pacific Coulda had it good Any island, any island wouldn't do Any island wouldn't do I knew him when he was breathing He was a good man, he was a young man He was like you, he was like me It could've been you It should've been me But it shoulda been the press gang (Cut him down, cut him down) But it shoulda been the press gang (Cut him down, cut him down) Cut him down, cut him down Cut him down On the street