Ol' Salty's High Seas

Pirates life is the way to go, never know Wicked wind too wild grab a sail Assail a noble and wail on the devils tail Grab yer booty too, arr, there ya go Pirates, skulls, daggers, and booze Seas swirl and waves crash, salt get in yer nose Sword at thar throat get on yer knees Taking their gold and cutting yer soul in twain Spirit aches corpse rots in vain Pirates, skulls, daggers Spinning round and nerve-wracked, shipwrecked ashore Born again and twitching even more Spit out into unknown, aghast! avast again Cast into the thick and the thin sin Pirates, daggers Arr, come at me then, my life worth an end Bent, twisted, crooked man skinned Of a conscious devoid of a souls warmth; Storm clouds stabbing creates many holes Pirate Alone on high sea, drunk on power an Cursin the gods and hours of man Cutlass clasped firmly in hand Ended it all, a pirates last command