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