(Shane MacGowan / Jem Finer)
I come old friend from hell tonight
Across the rotting sea

Nor the nails of the Cross
Nor the blood of Christ
Can bring you help this eve

The dead have come to
Claim a debt from thee
They stand outside your door

Four score and three

Did you keep a watch for a dead man's wind

Did you see the woman with the comb in her hand
Wailing away on the wall on the strand
As you danced to the Turkish song of the damned


You remember when the ship went down
You left me on the deck

The captain's corpse jumped up
And threw his arms around my neck
For all these years I've had him on my back

This debt cannot be paid with all your jack

And as I sit and talk to you I see your face go white

This shadow hanging over me
Is no trick of the light
The spectre on my back will soon be free

The dead have come to claim
A debt from thee