Dr Captain

Standin' around, dismayed and disheveled Another good man gone Idle hands fill with the work of the devil Another good man gone Evening, golden-blue evening You live and give a place some meaning All through the night, the red light burns still Doors open wide in the house on the hill Welcome in, you orphans and sinners Candles shine on late-night dinners Nowhere to go 'cause we lost all the bars But we've got philosophy, physics, and Mars Play all the games till the end of the night Stagger and blink in the dawn's early light Three cheers for the forks and three cheers for the knives Three cheers for the host and the times of our lives He worked the black gold all day Worked the black gold all day Fire up the boiler, twist up a fag Smoke pours down London Street, fly the black flag Your ship is here, Dr. Captain Pack your bag Your ship is here, Dr. Captain Pack your bag