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Ill wait for you till i turn blue,
There's nothing more that a man can do,
Don't get your bollocks in a twist,
Settle down and takea fit,
You drank with demons straight from hell,
They almost nearly won as well,
You wipe the floor with victory,
Then puked until you fell asleep.

Blackened was the banshees wail,
thes boots 'll never fill her jail,
You crawled into an empty boat,
for the gulf of mexico,
Cortez game of solitude,
from the ashes a charred and blue,
Smelling like a Salty Dog,
Back From hell where you belong.

Anarchy, the scourge of every sea
The Antichrist aboard a rig
With us your cutthroat thieves
The ship went down we all near drowned
Ya stood there on the deck
Till the Spanish came and flogged yer arse
And dragged you from the wreck

They threw a rope around yer neck
To watch you dance the jig of death
Then left ya for the starvin' crows
Hoverin' like hungry whores
One flew down plucked out yer eye
The other he had in his sights
Ya snarled at him, said leave me be
I need the bugger so I can see

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Written by: Dave King / Flogging Molly. Isn't this right? Let us know.

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