Текст песни: ROTTEN TOWN - ALBUM VERSION + перевод

'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 scour 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

It’s been a fortnight or two

The mutant ears 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 scour 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 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 'til 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 scour 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 scour 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 scour 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

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