William Elliott Whitmore Follow

Well it's a goddamn shame what's going down
How we got to this I do not know
There's a sick, sick wind that is blowin' 'round
And the captain's got to go
About you or me he does not give a damn
What a low-down, dirty snake
With his mind on his money and his money on his mind
Well something's got to break
Like when the hounds start howling
And when there's fiends about
I will stand up and shout
I declare mutiny on this ship
Well the captain's been drinking below the deck
And this vessel's headed way off course
I want to wrap my hands around his crooked neck
And throw him overboard
Send him to his Lord
Send him to his Lord
Well I don't want to be saved
No, I just want to be free
And take back what these old Devils have taken from me
No, I don't want to be saved
Oh I just want to be free
Adn take back what these old devils have taken from me
Like when the hounds start howling
Oh when there's fiends about
I will stand up and shout
I declare mutiny on this ship
I declare mutiny on this ship
Well the captain's been drinking below the deck
And this vessel's headed way off course
I want to wrap my hands around his crooked neck
And throw him overboard
Send him to his Lord
Send him to his Lord
I want to send him to back to where he came
Not to mercy no, but to burning flame
I said, he don't need no water
Well let the motherfucker burn
I said he don't need no water
Well let the motherfucker burn
Well, burn motherfucker, burn
Well, burn motherfucker, burn