(Shane MacGowan Jem Finer)

I come old friend from hell tonight

Across the rotting sea

Nor the nails of the Cross

Nor the blood of Christ

Can bring you help this eve

The dead have come to

Claim a debt from thee

They stand outside your door

Four score and three



Did you keep a watch for a dead man's wind

Did you see the woman with the comb in her hand

Wailing away on the wall on the strand

As you danced to the Turkish song of the damned



You remember when the ship went down

You left me on the deck

The captain's corpse jumped up

And threw his arms around my neck

For all these years I've had him on my back

This debt cannot be paid with all your jack



And as I sit and talk to you I see your face go white

This shadow hanging over me

Is no trick of the light

The spectre on my back will soon be free

The dead have come to claim

A debt from thee