| I’ll wait for you till I turn blue
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| There’s nothin' more a man can do
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| Don’t get your bollocks in a twist
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| Settle down, don’t take a fit
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| Ya drank with demons straight form Hell
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| They almost nearly won as well
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| Ya wiped the floor with victory
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| Then puked until you fell asleep
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| Blackened was the banshee’s wail
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| These boots will never fill her jail
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| So you crawled into an empty boat
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| For the Gulf of Mexico
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| Till Cortez came an' when so did you
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| From the ashes charred and blue
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| Smellin' like a Salty Dog
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| Back from Hell where you belong
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| Anarchy, the scourge of every sea
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| The Antichrist aboard a rig
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| With us your cutthroat thieves
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| The ship went down we all near drowned
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| Ya stood there on the deck
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| Till the Spanish came and flogged yer arse
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| And dragged you from the wreck
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| They threw a rope around yer neck
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| To watch you dance the jig of death
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| Then left ya for the starvin' crows
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| Hoverin' like hungry whores
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| One flew down plucked out yer eye
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| The other he had in his sights
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| Ya snarled at him, said leave me be
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| I need the bugger so I can see |