Sailing Retrograde - Abney Park

The crew is starving at their posts

What little crew is left

And the captain’s gone a little mad

Under the extra heft

All the sailors from this port

Are out on other ships

So there is not orders to give

Only rum upon his lips

The skin is peeling on his arms

There’s rust upon his blade

Every event causes them harm

They’re sailing retrograde

Comissions to be taken

Bountys to be pursued

But the crew won’t make it back in time

Which blackens the captain’s mood

Sometimes a crew will scuttle a ship

When the ship’s use is few

But the captain’s gone so mad it seems

He plans to scuttle the crew

The skin is peeling on his arms

There’s rust upon his blade

Every event causes them harm

They’re sailing retrograde