Dead Hand At The Tiller de Malvina Reynolds

There's a dead hand at the tiller of this ship,
There's a dead hand at the tiller of this ship.
The man up there, you think he steers,
But he's been dead for a thousand years,
There's a dead hand at the tiller of this ship.

There's a dead hand at the tiller of this ship,
There's a dead hand at the tiller of this ship.
There is a man upon the bridge,
But he don't know what time it is,
There's a dead hand at the tiller of this ship.

There's a dead hand at the tiller of this ship,
There's a dead hand at the tiller of this ship.
Don't know the time, don't see the clocks
And we are headed for the rocks,
There's a dead hand at the tiller of this ship.

There's a dead hand at the tiller of this ship,
There's a dead hand at the tiller of this ship.
Go grab the wheel and pull her round
Or we will all be dead and drowned,
There's a dead hand at the tiller of this ship.

There's a dead hand at the tiller of this ship,
There's a dead hand at the tiller of this ship.
The man up there, you think he steers,
But he's been dead for a thousand years,
There's a dead hand at the tiller of this ship.