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| .:Flogging Molly-Salty Dog:. I'll wait for you till I turn blue Theres nothin more a man can do Don't get your bollocks in a twist Settle down, don't take a fit Ya drank with demons straight from hell, They almost nearly won as well Ya wiped the floor with victory Then puked until you fell asleep Blackened was the banshee's wail These boots will never fill her jail So you crawled into an empty boat For the Gulf of Mexico Till Cortez came an' so did you From the ashes charred and blue Smellin 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 ya from the wreck They threw a rope around yer neck To watch ya 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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