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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

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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)