The Murder City Devils - Press Gang

Pecked by the seagulls
Hanging from the gallows
Swinging 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 streets
(cut him down, cut him down)
On the streets

He should have 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 streets
(cut him down, cut him down)
On the streets

Woke up on the water
No one ever asked him if he wanted to go
Didn't have many options
He was smart; he got out when he could
Shoulda stayed in the Pacific
Should have stayed in the Pacific
Could've 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 should've been the press gang
(cut him down, cut him down)
But it should've been the press gang
(cut him down, cut him down)
Cut him down, cut him down
Cut him down