Lyrics:

Pecked by the seagulls
Hanging from the gallows
Swinging in the breeze
Dripping something on the street
I can see him from my window
They can see him from the water
Just a victim of the press gang
I knew him when he was breathing
He was a good man
He was a young man
He was like you
He was like me
It could've been me
It could've been me
Twisting in the breeze
(Cut him down, cut him down)
Left for the children on the street

He should have kept his mouth shut
He never should have
Left that ship
Don't go drinking
Down by the docks
You don't know if
You'll wake up
I knew him when he was breathing
He was a good man
He was a young man
He was like you
He was like me
It could've been me
It could've been me
Twisting in the breeze
(Cut him down, cut him down)
Left for the children on the street
On the street

Woke up on the water
No one ever asked him if he wanted
To go
He never had any options
He was smart
He got out
When he could
Should have stayed in the Pacific
Should have stayed in the Pacific
Could've had it good
Any island
Any island wouldn't do
Any island wouldn't do
I knew him when he was breathing
He was a good man
He was a young man
He was like you
He was like me
It could've been you
It should've been me
But it should have been the press gang
But it should have been the press gang
Cut him down, cut him down
Cut him down