Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song A Time Of Wooden Ships & Iron Men, artist - Swashbuckle. Date of issue: 09.09.2010
Song language: English
A Time Of Wooden Ships & Iron Men |
| From the lackluster sand we laid down our hands |
| And took up our powder and shot |
| Time after time, overt crime after crime |
| These heinous acts, they shan’t be forgot |
| We clad in the dress of the old pirate’s best |
| And offered a rare sort of song |
| Thrashing and slashing as waves keep on crashing |
| This is where we belong |
| They’ll put the rope around our necks |
| And remove the floor from out of the deck |
| Thirteen wraps 'round the rope |
| The loop that hangs at the end of hope |
| Drops of ideal pain begin to take flight |
| And dance across the sky on this very night |
| Torch the sky aflame as it burns so bright |
| Robust and hearty, dancing light |
| Hard-wired for what, in the end, might be right |
| Perverse, rotten, wicked, trite |
| Nightmarish sense and patterned thought |
| Cashed in on what was never taught |
| Drenched in the sailing sun’s most warming rays |
| This silent desperation stays |
| Affixed to that which carries through |
| Across the never-ending sea of blue |
| We live our act’s self-sacrifice |
| Time again, we have paid the price |
| This piratical presence will be felt |
| And repercussions shall be dealt |
| From the freedom of that fleeting moment springs |
| The valor and the grandeur of the ages |
| From the wisdom gained in that prophetic instance |
| Churns the makings of the learned sages |