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Pirate Jenny
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Never-Sea Land
Women and wine and a reckin good time Is better then a sea sick salior 'Cause theres no more guts in this belly of mine Then a butcher or wealthy tailor Its high tide waistin time And her eyes were once on fire But now there cold like a dead mans gaze And I feel so sick and tired
'Cause we sail and we sail And we never-sea land Just the rum in the bottle and a pipe in my hand Never got rich 'Cause we never had a plan And the treasure just rots in the corrner of the gally
Ohh ohh oh oh oh
I never get use to the stench of the bodys Weather shiver and rinse and mummble 'Cause they only stop the screamming when you cut out there toungues With a chunk of brinely crummble I dream of king of the seven seas And I dream of play out with there And I dream of a big place run of these when I wake up into nightmares
'Cause we sail and we sail And we never-sea land Just the rum in the bottle and a pipe in my hand Never got rich 'Cause we never had a plan And the treasure just rots in the corrner of the gally
Ohh ohh ohh oh ohhh
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Stabed to death in a ship wreacks cove Like a split to him Like a rocking ball We lie to ourselves as we feigh control But we never make it back and we just get old
Sailing through the night We ride for anyones glory never got rich or wise For an orderly story Drink my thoughts away And say 'I hope you had a winter words of hate I pray for a burnning candel'
Ohh oh oh ohhh ohhhhh
'Cause we sail and we sail (Sailing through the night) And we never-sea land Just the rum in the bottle and a pipe in my hand (We ride for anyones glory) Never got rich (Never got rich or wise) 'Cause we never had a plan (We try for an orderly story) And the bodys just rots in the corrner of the gally Drink em all up dream of a land and stand (Drink my thoughts away and say) Women and a wine (Hope you had the winter word of hate) And a reckin good time Better then a dagger in the belly of mine (I prey for a burnning candel)
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