Sinking... - Alabama 3

We ain’t seen land for 13 months

The water’s run dry

The Captains drunk, stoned in his bunk

I seen the bosun gettin' high

My mouth’s so dry from the rum that came

From a bottle now long gone

St Christopher if you hear this now

Give us hope to carry on

The albatross flew across the bow

Below deck the captain roared

Bring me my gun

I want the Opium

Stoned he shot the bird

When the wind died down the only sound

Was the whisper of his dying words

«Beware don’t stare at the Marie Celeste

This quest of ours is cursed»

The full moon light burned bright as fire

As fever gripped the crew

To the east Ahab’s screams

Split the winding sheets in two

To the west six silhouettes

Hung sailors now long gone

We prayed that night that in the morning light

We’d all get blown to kingdom come

Just as we started sinking

The harbour lights came on

Arms of angels carried us

From the rocks that we broke upon

We swam into still waters

The band began to play

I heard again that sweet refrain

Lord oh happy day

Its gonna be alright

(I hope it’s gonna be alright)