The Murder City Devils - Press Gang lyrics

Pecked by the seagulls Hanging from the gallows Swinging in the breeze Dripping something on the street 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 street He should have kept his mouth shut He never should have 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 street On the street Woke up on the water No one ever asked him if he wanted To go He never had any options He was smart He got out When he could Should have 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 have been the press gang But it should have been the press gang Cut him down, cut him down Cut him down