Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gyp the Blood, artist - Marc Almond. Date of issue: 29.01.2012
Song language: English
Gyp the Blood |
| And here I sit |
| A cowardly boy |
| Adventure only dreams |
| A captain of |
| A pirate ship |
| A million crimson themes |
| I wish to be |
| Content you see |
| To take the softer seat |
| To summon gut |
| To play the slut |
| My bass drum for to beat |
| Hey! |
| Gyp the blood |
| Gyp the blood |
| Anchor in my heart |
| Skull and crossbones to the breeze |
| A heave ho to depart |
| But it happened that |
| There came a ghost |
| To visit on my soul |
| I coloured him |
| From picture books |
| With eyes as rich as gold |
| A ghost who would |
| Embody |
| All my sickly frame would be |
| A hero |
| And a challenger |
| Of heart and spirit free |
| Hey! |
| Gyp the blood |
| Gyp the blood |
| Anchor of my heart |
| Skull and crossbones to the breeze |
| A heave ho to depart |
| And gyp the blood |
| And I retook |
| The world upon our backs |
| And we drank from dawn |
| To dusk |
| How the warm breeze took our drags |
| For we had the reins |
| On europe we |
| Had our anger like a flame |
| The balls to fight |
| The system |
| And the nerve to win the game |
| Gyp the blood |
| Gyp the blood |
| Anchor of my heart |
| Skull and crossbones to the breeze |
| A heave ho to depart |
| So purity |
| I would spit upon |
| All saintly sights be damned |
| For it seems correct |
| To kill and steal |
| To be a proper man |
| I find myself |
| Full up with hate |
| To lose it on the world |
| An eye for deeds |
| Of darker shade |
| And a lip so wickedly curled |
| A skull encrusted |
| Captains hat |
| Fell down upon my brow |
| I gathered all |
| My hopes and schemes |
| All wisdom for to know |
| And rip the shirts |
| I wore around |
| My shoulders like a robe |
| Dark ermine trim |
| And tainted grin |
| Grim warnings to forbode |
| And all the love within me |
| Would be churned for something sour |
| My angels tongue ripped from my throat |
| And tortured by the hour |
| For I have no time to learn |
| For love wounds me with its touch |
| May the gods take me a screaming |
| May the gods take me a screaming… |
| Gyp the blood |
| Gyp the blood |
| Anchor of my heart |
| Skull and crossbones to the breeze |
| A heave ho to depart |
| May the gods take me a screaming |
| May the gods take me a screaming… |