Rotten Town Ludo Prepare the Preparations 'Twas [Am]quite the inky blac[Dm]k night All the [C]weather vanes were turning and the [E7]constable was burning out his [Am]light When [Am]lo our anchors wen[Dm]t down, barnacle bound The [C]men were up and churning yes, and [E7]soon the square was burning to the [Am]ground And [Dm]oh, the flames were as [E/E7]gold I scowl at the [Am]angry [Dm]moon, I am [C]sick on myself, I'm a [E7]bum What have I [Am]become? A drunken [Dm]maroon run [C]aground (guitartabs.cc)