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Apathy
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Pieces Of Eight (Give Up The Ship)
[Verse 1:Apathy] Stepping on a stage like anchors up Wake 'em up Raising up, pirate flags I'm about to shake 'em up Smoke on the water Jumping overboard to avoid the slaughter So I grab the senator's daughter Shouldn'ta brought her Them trade routes gotta get taxed It's simple facts I relax while the money just stacks Just sharpening my sword Soft suckers come aboard They'll be screaming out prayers like they summoning the Lord Oh God, Oh Jesus Get sliced to pieces I'm in the Caribbean fucking whores on the beaches Big titties bouncing Big booties Big rubies Big diamonds in the chest I'm fresh I got groupies from the Carolina coast to the whores in Tortuga who could stare into the fire and tell you your future I been drinking way too much rum Getting dumb talking bitches into swallowing cum Dual pistols fully loaded tucked inside of my belt Studied treasure maps all night before the candles melt Strike fear in their hearts when they see the flag flying Grown men crying, because they know that everybody dying now
[Hook: Sampled] Pieces of eight Pieces of eight Pieces of eight Buccaneers, who fought for years For gold doubloons and Pieces of eight [Verse 2: Apathy] Cannonball-sized hole in the ship deck The skipper got a slit neck and left with the ship wreck I'm trying to trap the little mermaid in my fishnet And no pun intended but, I make the bitch get wet You wiseass, shut your mouth and pass me the spyglass Scanning the horizon with a flipped up eyepatch Screaming from the crows nest to load up the cannons But the ship was see-through and had a crew full of phantoms So we hightailed south of these Caribbean ports where we anchored off the shore some heavily armed forts In the pitch-black of night nobody light up their torch Undetected rowing oars silently to the shores Tossed over a rope to cross over the moat And snuck up behind a guard and slashed open his throat Moving shadow to shadow With a sword, no gun Watched 35 guards drop one by one Before the sun was peaking over the edge of the Earth I beheaded some jerk who leaked red on my shirt Brought the bodies to the beach dig and left in the surf Now I'm king and everything south of Heaven's my turf
[Hook] Pieces of eight Pieces of eight Pieces of eight Buccaneers, who fought for years For gold doubloons and Pieces of eight
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