Press Gang - The Murder City Devils

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