Songtext von Salty Dog

Ill wait for you till i turn blue, There's nothing more that a man can do, Don't get your bollocks in a twist, Settle down and takea fit, You drank with demons straight from hell, They almost nearly won as well, You wipe the floor with victory, Then puked until you fell asleep. Blackened was the banshees wail, thes boots 'll never fill her jail, You crawled into an empty boat, for the gulf of mexico, Cortez game of solitude, from the ashes a charred and blue, Smelling 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 you from the wreck They threw a rope around yer neck To watch you 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