I can't get to sleep.
I wish I was dead, lord,
Or drunk somewhere cheap.
But I’m stuck on a troopship
Out in the cold deep
It's four in the morning:
I can't get to sleep.
The captain's an idjit,
The sergeant's a creep.
If our mothers could see us
They surely would weep
For all of us troopers,
Just lost frightened sheep.
It's four in the morning:
I can't get to sleep.
I wish I was dead, lord,
Or drunk somewhere cheap.
But I’m stuck on a troopship
Out in the black deep.
It's four in the morning:
I can't get to sleep.
There's twelve thousand troopers
In this starship asleep,
Bound for hard fighting
Past Angel’s Leap,
And maybe a third
Will their sorry hides keep.
And it's four in the morning:
I can't get to sleep.
I wish I was dead, lord,
Or drunk somewhere cheap.
But I’m stuck on a troopship
In the empty deep
It's four in the morning:
I can't get to sleep.
And it's four in the morning:
I can't get to sleep.
I wish I was dead, lord,
Or drunk somewhere cheap.
I wish I was dead, lord,
But I can’t even sleep.
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So I actually did write this at four in the morning, probably a year ago. My depression was flaring up a bit, and I felt incredibly lonely and scared. I had been listening to Flogging Molly earlier that night, and so this fits quite well to the tune of "Far Away Boys."
