Shit turns to fire in the hands of privateers Abandon all fucking hope all ye who enter here Cannons set to fire and the steely balls grow near Thirst for virgun booty fueled by rum and beer
Darkest tale ever told - Sweet pussy, loving gold We shall sail the ocean blue - Blood thirsty cutthroat crew (x 2)
Don't haul on rope don't climb up the mast You see a sailin' ship. it might be your last Get your skivvies ready for a run ashore A sailor 'aint a sailor 'aint a sailor no more...
"You hear 'de riddim - you a victim of voodoo 'De silvah bullet cannor break you of juju 'De zombies do me bidding soon be you do Bury you still breathin' than you're part of the crew"
...And those buccaneers drowned their sins in rum The devil himself would have to call them scum Every man aboard would have killed his mate For a bag of guineas or a peice of eight! Eight! Hate! Violate! You ingrate!
Abandon all hope all ye who enter here...
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"Hulla wacka hulla wacka something not right Many wicked icky tings gonna happen tonight Hulla wacka ulla wacka sailor men beware When de money in the ground der's murder in de air" [x3]
Fufteen men of em stiff and stark Ten of the crew had the murder mark 'Twas a cutlass swipe or an ounce of lead Or a yawning hole in a battered head...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
