[Verse 1]
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
[Chorus]
The skin is peeling on his arms
There's rust upon his blade
Every event causes them harm
They're sailing retrograde
[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus]
The skin is peeling on his arms
There's rust upon his blade
Every event causes them harm
They're sailing retrograde