Sail ho me you squiffy men Belay those ropes…pull them sails Those ain't no brethren of the coast Thar be no slouching whilst ye raise
Avast yer bilgin', prepare to overhaul Man the rigging you bunch a scallywags Hoist the anchor; I feel the glint of gold Can't you smell the bounty, me filthy swabs!?
Scourge of the seven seas!
And so they set on another hunt With thirst for gold, the thrill of the kill Hoisting the colors with a scurvy grin Feeding the cannons, blazing away After the boarding, a slashing fest In pools of blood they gather their loot
Chest full, our purse, be stronger Fetch the den past blue yonder
My going back again Is like walking the plank Rather die than live Surrounded by filth Bound to a fate I chose My cursed life as a thief I guess I'd rather drown Than dance the hempen jig My trade over my doubt No prey, no pay, no way Been measured for me chains Shrug off and grab a draught
Voice in his head Faces of dead Sweat down his back Stare to the black Ghosts on the mast Soar down attack
Sail ho me you squiffy men Belay those ropes…pull them sails Those ain't no brethren of the coast Thar be no slouching whilst ye raise
Lost core, steal more, thieving to save my hide Sail off, bring down, conform or get marooned One day I'll die, forgotten buckaneer Never escape… entrapped in the den of the dogs
Again they set on another hunt With thirst for gold, the thrill of the kill Hoisting the colors with a scurvy grin Feeding the cannons, blazing away 'Cos dead men tell no tales!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
