| Quiet your mind, now what do you hear?
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| The vestige of hope in flowing beer
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| Ancient themata creep into your soul
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| Crack open bottles, let good times roll!
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| Tap some kegs and sip some suds
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| Inject it straight into our blood
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| Froth and foam and things unknown
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| No dough today, we’ll need a loan!
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| Hey you! |
| You got green to spare! |
| Fifty bucks is alotta wealth to share…
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| We know you wanna drown your past
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| When your broads just slobbered down our masts
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| Circled this blue marble a thousand times
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| Fought off foes through steal and rhyme
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| We won’t rest 'til we’ve had our fill
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| But we ain’t gonna foot the bill!
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| And now it’s time to pound some brews!
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| Our pockets dry — This round’s on YOU!
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| So what say we resolve these issues?
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| Before you reach for a box of tissues
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| You might as well just buy us booze
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| Before we take another pleasure cruise
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| As sayings go: «if it’s free — it’s for me»
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| Well your wench was, now just take a knee
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| Kids, there’s no shame in havin' fun
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| But this time you’ve been out-fucking-done
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| Real pirates never pay to drink
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| And the critics never seem to think
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| We do whatever the fuck we please
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| And bring the saucy wenches to their knees
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| Circled this blue marble a thousand times
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| Fought off foes through steal and rhyme
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| We won’t rest 'til we’ve had our fill
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| But we ain’t gonna foot the bill!
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| Son, drinkin’s not a game, ya hear?
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| Now pony up ya fuckin' queers
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| Friends will backstab ya in a fucking flash
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| 'Tis in yar interest to front said cash
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| We pirates three had come to splurge
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| Beverages in hand, an alcoholic surge
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| The night was cloaked in a liquid stupor
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| But all we found was loser party-poopers
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| We circled this blue marble a thousand times
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| Fought off foes through steal and rhyme
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| We won’t rest 'til we’ve had our fill
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| But we ain’t gonna foot the fucking bill! |