Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pieces of Eight (Give up the Ship) , by - Apathy. Release date: 09.06.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Pieces of Eight (Give up the Ship) |
| Stepping on a stage like anchors up |
| Wake 'em up |
| Raising up, pirate flags I’m about to shake 'em up |
| Smoke on the water |
| Jumping overboard to avoid the slaughter |
| So I grab the senator’s daughter |
| Shouldn’ta brought her |
| Them trade routes gotta get taxed |
| It’s simple facts |
| I relax while the money just stacks |
| Just sharpening my sword |
| Soft suckers come aboard |
| They’ll be screaming out prayers like they summoning the Lord |
| Oh God, Oh Jesus |
| Get sliced to pieces |
| I’m in the Caribbean fucking whores on the beaches |
| Big titties bouncing |
| Big booties |
| Big rubies |
| Big diamonds in the chest |
| I’m fresh I got groupies from the Carolina coast to the whores in Tortuga who |
| could stare into the fire and tell you your future |
| I been drinking way too much rum |
| Getting dumb talking bitches into swallowing cum |
| Dual pistols fully loaded tucked inside of my belt |
| Studied treasure maps all night before the candles melt |
| Strike fear in their hearts when they see the flag flying |
| Grown men crying, because they know that everybody dying now |
| Pieces of eight |
| Pieces of eight |
| Pieces of eight |
| Buccaneers, who fought for years |
| For gold doubloons and |
| Pieces of eight |
| Cannonball-sized hole in the ship deck |
| The skipper got a slit neck and left with the ship wreck |
| I’m trying to trap the little mermaid in my fishnet |
| And no pun intended but, I make the bitch get wet |
| You wiseass, shut your mouth and pass me the spyglass |
| Scanning the horizon with a flipped up eyepatch |
| Screaming from the crows nest to load up the cannons |
| But the ship was see-through and had a crew full of phantoms |
| So we hightailed south of these Caribbean ports where we anchored off the shore |
| some heavily armed forts |
| In the pitch-black of night nobody light up their torch |
| Undetected rowing oars silently to the shores |
| Tossed over a rope to cross over the moat |
| And snuck up behind a guard and slashed open his throat |
| Moving shadow to shadow |
| With a sword, no gun |
| Watched 35 guards drop one by one |
| Before the sun was peaking over the edge of the Earth |
| I beheaded some jerk who leaked red on my shirt |
| Brought the bodies to the beach dig and left in the surf |
| Now I’m king and everything south of Heaven’s my turf |
| Pieces of eight |
| Pieces of eight |
| Pieces of eight |
| Buccaneers, who fought for years |
| For gold doubloons and |
| Pieces of eight |