I`ll wait for you till I turn blue.
There`s nothin` more a man could do.
Don`t get you bollocks in a twist.
Settle down do`n take a fit.
You drank with demons straight from hell.
The almost Nearly won as well.
You wiped the florr with victory.
Then puked until you fell asleep.
Blackend was the banshees`s wail.
These boots will never fill her jail.
You scrawled into an empty boat.
For the Gulf of Mexico.
Till Cortez came on when so did you.
From the ashes charred and blue.
Smellin like a salty dog.
Back from hell where you belong.
Anarchy, the scouge of every sea.
The Antichrist aboard a rig.
With us your cut throat theives.
The ship went down we all near drown.
You stood there on the deck.
Until the spanish came and flogged your arse
and dragged ya from the wreck.
They threw a rope around your neck.
To watch you dance the jig of death.
They left ya for the stravin crows.
Hovering like hungy whores.
One flew down and 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.