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