Blood Special
Junkman's Choir
All aboard the blood special!
The blood special is rolling down the line,
The blood special is coming right on time,
The wheels roll dead ahead full steam.
The next port of call is the land of dreams.
You can never get off;
you can never get off,
When you're aboard the blood special!
The blood special is rolling down the line,
The blood special is coming right
on time,
Desperate men drink desperate measures,
A pint of rum to fill their bellies.
Horny, howlin', heavin' shanties.
Way hay and up she rises!
The blood special is rolling down the line,
The blood special is leaving right on time,
Booze fuelled train of press-ganged sailors,
Head back home to curse their jailors.
Was macht man mit eine betrunken seeman!
You can never get off;
you can never get off,
When you're aboard the blood special.