Clutch - Four Lords (And One More) Lyrics
The fog is rolling in, the tide is highDiane's as fat can be, aye Captain ayeThe guests' seem more than pleasedHow is the wine?We shall be underway on the bye and byeAhead one third, ahead two thirds!Full ahead, flankAnd out from the belly of a whale came a prophetAmen!Go shoot the moon, the sun, the great divideI believe there's a storm a brewin'Nine crows at nine o clock nyeDutch men on the mizzen mastSix harpies are singing to the leeI believe she's going downI believe we're gonna die, die, dieFortune tellers make a killing nowadaysMe oh my!Howdy Doody's past the house of AquariousBring me more whisky and ryeBig news from the party boatOh sir, do not distress, the food is fineOh, but I must confessI do find the wine a wee bit dryFifteen men on a dead man's chestYo ho ho and a bottle of ryeDrink and the devil had done for the restShe's sunk full fathom, five, five, fiveFortune tellers make a killing nowadaysMe oh my!Howdy Doody's past the house of AquariousBring me more whisky and ryeBig news from the party boatThem bones, them bones, them dry, dry bonesCome down to the locker of Davy Jones
