From the recording The Book Of Zephaniah
Lyrics
Well, down here at the farm, people come and go
There's a murder in the town, just ten miles down the road
And the captain's calling mutiny, but it only goes to show
That he ain't no kind of captain, and he's calling out his own
He used to be like Noah, when the flood lines rise
Two of every animal, standing by his side
But when the flood winds shifted with the rolling of the tides,
He crawled beneath a burning bridge, mumbling, drunk and out of time
And Mathew, he won't toot his horn, but he blows it just the same
The hours go by, I'm sleep deprived, I'm high on novocaine
I'm working 'til the work is done, in autumn I'll set sail
But on the Irish Rover it's to heaven or to jail
So Davey Jones, don't wring my neck like you would a glove
Across the sea a maiden waits who swears that she's in love
And she is like my cages key and I am like her dove
Through the gates we will fly free, sea below and only sky above
I got me a river queen, squally as she drifts
She drives me to drink sometimes, Steelhead at my lips
Madness is as madness does, this river knows this best
But happiness is just the same, it's just the same, I guess