Murder City Devils - Press Gang Lyrics
Pecked by the seagulls, hanging from the gallowsTwisting in the breeze, dripping something on the streetsI can see him from my window, they can see him from the waterJust a victim of the press gangI knew him when he was breathingHe was a good man, he was a young manHe was like you, he was like meIt could've been meIt could've been meTwisting in the breeze(Cut him down, cut him down)Left for the children on the street(Cut him down, cut him down)On the streetHe should've kept his mouth shutHe never shoulda left that shipDon't go drinking down by the docksYou don't know if you'll wake upI knew him when he was breathingHe was a good man, he was a young manHe was like you, he was like meIt could've been meIt could've been meTwisting in the breeze(Cut him down, cut him down)Left for the children on the street(Cut him down, cut him down)On the streetWoke up on the waterNo one ever asked him if he wanted to goDidn't have any optionsHe was smart - he got out when he couldShould've stayed in the PacificShould've stayed in the PacificCoulda had it goodAny island, any island wouldn't doAny island wouldn't doI knew him when he was breathingHe was a good man, he was a young manHe was like you, he was like meIt could've been youIt should've been meBut 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 downCut him downOn the street
