The Captain's Dead

(album: Tales From The Docks - 2012)

We're sailing out in foggy, dewy weahter
Pillaging the Westcoasts
Singing out the „turalurao"
But labouring on wicked, old sea
Was always making us row
Tired of the „turalurao"

Hunger and no capture
From plague we're no more raptured
You didn't really treat us well
So much different stories
But we came for gold and glories
Now we will send you back to hell
You traitors, the captain's dead, hail!
So long live me
Now I'm in charge so no wail! Way-hey
We'll riding on thunder
The world's gonna humble
Under favour of the night we'll sail
The captain's dead

We're sailing out in foggy, dewy weahter
Pillaging the Westcoasts
Singing out the „turalurao"
But labouring on wicked, old sea
Was always making us row
Tired of the „turalurao"

Abandoned families
Got only catching disease
Now we've got nothing left to lose
The soup is served with rat tag
No lumber for wooden leg
Fighting beside you it's no use
You traitors, the captain's dead, hail!
So long live me
Now I'm in charge so no wail! Way-hey
We'll riding on thunder
The world's gonna humble
Under favour of the night we'll sail
The captain's dead
You traitors, the captain's dead, hail!
So long live me
Now I'm in charge so no wail! Way-hey
We'll riding on thunder
The world's gonna humble
Under favour of the night we'll sail
The captain's dead
You traitors, the captain's dead, hail!
So long live me
Now I'm in charge so no wail! Way-hey
We'll riding on thunder
The world's gonna humble
Under favour of the night we'll sail
The captain's dead