Ludo
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'Twas quite the inky black night
All the weather vanes were turning
And the constable was burning out his light

When low our anchors went down, barnacle bound
The men were up and churning
Yes, and soon the square was burning to the ground
And oh the flames were as gold

I scowl at the angry moon
I'm sick on myself, I'm a bum
What have I become
A drunken maroon, run aground
In this rotten town

It's been a fortnight or two
The mutineers are plotting against the captain as I'm rotting in the goo
The constable was set to drown while the shabby scabs
that went to town were reconnoitering with blades and gun
But the ale had started spilling
Yes, and soon the crew was killing everyone

And all the streets burned with gold,
Baha'ullah My bones were so cold

I scowl at the angry moon
I'm sick on myself, I'm a bum
What have I become
A drunken maroon, run aground
In this rotten town

I still walk down the harbor to the tavern on the square
and heard a raucous ruckus as it rang
from some foul inebriates

some men I used to call my mates
were lost in song and this is what they sang
they sang

"Hey, hi, oh, ho! O'er the Atlantic we go
Drinking 'till we all get sick
And coming up with limericks
But we never quite remember how they end."

I can see my childhood home
I think of my dear old mum
What have I become

I scowl at the angry moon
I am sick on myself, I'm a bum
What have I become
A drunken maroon, run aground
In this rotten town (I scowl at the angry moon)

I'm sick on myself, I'm a bum
What have I become
A drunken maroon, run aground
In this rotten town (I scowl at the angry moon)

I'm sick on myself, I'm a bum
What have I become
A drunken maroon, run aground
In this rotten town (In this rotten)
In this rotten, In this rotten
Town!


Mirror lyrics:

Town!
In this rotten, In this rotten
In this rotten town (In this rotten)
A drunken maroon, run aground
What have I become
I'm sick on myself, I'm a bum

In this rotten town (I scowl at the angry moon)
A drunken maroon, run aground
What have I become
I'm sick on myself, I'm a bum

In this rotten town (I scowl at the angry moon)
A drunken maroon, run aground
What have I become
I am sick on myself, I'm a bum
I scowl at the angry moon

What have I become
I think of my dear old mum
I can see my childhood home

But we never quite remember how they end."
And coming up with limericks
Drinking 'till we all get sick
"Hey, hi, oh, ho! O'er the Atlantic we go

they sang
were lost in song and this is what they sang
some men I used to call my mates

from some foul inebriates
and heard a raucous ruckus as it rang
I still walk down the harbor to the tavern on the square

In this rotten town
A drunken maroon, run aground
What have I become
I'm sick on myself, I'm a bum
I scowl at the angry moon

Baha'ullah My bones were so cold
And all the streets burned with gold,

Yes, and soon the crew was killing everyone
But the ale had started spilling
that went to town were reconnoitering with blades and gun
The constable was set to drown while the shabby scabs
The mutineers are plotting against the captain as I'm rotting in the goo
It's been a fortnight or two

In this rotten town
A drunken maroon, run aground
What have I become
I'm sick on myself, I'm a bum
I scowl at the angry moon

And oh the flames were as gold
Yes, and soon the square was burning to the ground
The men were up and churning
When low our anchors went down, barnacle bound

And the constable was burning out his light
All the weather vanes were turning
'Twas quite the inky black night


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