With a bird upon your shoulder
And a devil in your eye
You find that doors are open

Every corner in the night
Still your hand rests on your cutlass
And ye best be drinking light

Cause we all end up like jack

In the gallows of my heart

There hangs a warning in it's whole
The entirety of misery
As no other man has known

And everyday it swings so heavily
With no sign that it will slow
And we all end up like jack


Oh we all end up
A vagabond, a carouser, an anchor in the depths

An omen to the brethren on a rope's bedevilled end
In the gallows of my heart and with the ever changing winds
Swing the blighted bones of buccaneers, tethered with chagrin


In my many years i've seen so very few men to survive
The tortuous waters bearing for the east as long as i've

But these oceans hold the remedy, bled and washed it from the land
And we all end up like jack