Hey moon better take down your hood There's a few boys that need your light Oh, she's an old boat Crewed by the broken likes of me And my drunken company We've got a little gold and we'd like a little more So rub your dirty palms And cover those filthy arms We're sailing far from this shore So hey moon better take down your hood There's a few boys that need your light Hey moon better take down your hood There's a few boys on the seas tonight Oh sailing, to see what we can see We're no captains of industry but ragged martyrs three On a wave and a hope and a cursed pull of rope With a retch and a roll and a bottle in the hole We have all we need Work means nought to me And career is slavery So hey moon better take down your hood There's a few boys that need your light Hey moon better take down your hood There's a few of your boys on the seas tonight