Scums Of The Seven Seas
If you're tired of the conquerOr just a shipwrecked sailorCome to the filthiest boozerOf the seven seasHere you don't find an angelJust the toper rangersBoozer bums, shifty scumsDrinking cheap rum
We danced all night with the big, fatty ladiesAt morning Vince collapsed tipsy in the massive titsThey are angels for robbers and gift for the marinesRun around shifty houndsWaitin at the mouth
Joey, the beast, lost on poker heavilyHe tried to beat the sailorsTill they got him on the groundSeamus took a fresh bath in the whiskey tunSoaked up all, sang aloneTill he's gettin drowned
Bernie's got lust for the sluts in the alleyHe always praise the ugliest, smelly, tothless whoreSam cooked all night the finest rum jellyThe tiny doll, gorged it all,Then puked it on the wall
I'm sick of all my friendsSo I seek a romanceAnd I'll find a place where nights turns to dayI go without the bastardsI'm weary of the blusterAnd I sail, sail, sail far away