The Scourge Of The Sea - The Birds of a Feather lyrics

I am too tired to drive Or to walk to the house alive I see that it's raining outside Nothing you're wearing is dry You are not afraid of the weather I think we ought to flock together The clock in the tower is stuck This may be a stroke of good luck Let's round to the hour Oh, I don't believe in good luck I need a pair of new boots And a pistol that never shoots I guess I'd believe you if you told me You had the water that never dilutes You are not afraid of the weather I think we ought to flock together I am not afraid of the weather, either I think we are birds of a feather