Song parody of
Crow's Nest
by The Old Smugglers
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Scratching down Gunnel to turn up Cleat
Waking up the alley cats
A one-seven-five steel cab take its toll
Hoisted by the best intent
Washed up and broken like a shipwrecked boom, weather-beaten hide to boot
Rum soaked bones, sand etched throat
Holding on to everything the wake upon your back and then you're
Falling down from the crow's nest
You lost your look of life and that's a shame
There are times that you should know best
Glassing the depths of yesterday... and you piss it down the drain
You gotta chimney up the side of the Bowling Hall
Just to catch a glimpse of the sun
The water tower dribbles like "Old Man" Wiggers
And you'll never get to sleep from the bugs
It's like a slow madness filling up the cracks in the planks of a musty row boat
Peeling off the paint of a bad idea
That will wash itself down the gutter soon enough and there it leaves you
Falling down from the crow's nest
You lost your look of life and that's a shame
There are times that you should know best
Glassing the depths of yesterday... and you piss it down the drain
Digging out the fog at the Last Ditch Pond
Carving every notion clean
Wade through the mire with a freshening gust
Run ashore to snap the keel
You gotta pull back the curtain, kick over the chair, knock a little sense in the room
Ring a couple bells, crashing through the swells
The long nines will keep you singing all the way down you're reeling
Falling down from the crow's nest
You lost your look of life and that's a shame
There are times that you should know best
Glassing the depths of yesterday... and you piss it down the drain
Scratching down Gunnel to turn up Cleat
Waking up the alley cats
A one-seven-five steel cab take its toll
Hoisted by the best intent
Washed up and broken like a shipwrecked boom, weather-beaten hide to boot
Rum soaked bones, sand etched throat
Holding on to everything the wake upon your back and then you're
Falling down from the crow's nest
You lost your look of life and that's a shame
There are times that you should know best
Glassing the depths of yesterday... and you piss it down the drain
You gotta chimney up the side of the Bowling Hall
Just to catch a glimpse of the sun
The water tower dribbles like "Old Man" Wiggers
And you'll never get to sleep from the bugs
It's like a slow madness filling up the cracks in the planks of a musty row boat
Peeling off the paint of a bad idea
That will wash itself down the gutter soon enough and there it leaves you
Falling down from the crow's nest
You lost your look of life and that's a shame
There are times that you should know best
Glassing the depths of yesterday... and you piss it down the drain
Digging out the fog at the Last Ditch Pond
Carving every notion clean
Wade through the mire with a freshening gust
Run ashore to snap the keel
You gotta pull back the curtain, kick over the chair, knock a little sense in the room
Ring a couple bells, crashing through the swells
The long nines will keep you singing all the way down you're reeling
Falling down from the crow's nest
You lost your look of life and that's a shame
There are times that you should know best
Glassing the depths of yesterday... and you piss it down the drain
