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This song is about the fiction crew of the Grim Luck. They are kinda bummed out because..well.. they aren't the best group of sailors the Atlantic Ocean has had the pleasure of welcoming into her bossoms. None the less, The Captain is motivating them with a song! Explaining to them not to worry, women will love them, bourbon will still spill into their mouths and adventures will still be had.
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Come my lads it’s time to get back on this boat/
We’ve got to head to the land of trade and gold/
We’ve sifted through the bullshit of this current world/
Grab the ropes, for we sail to Singapore/
And when we land my friend’s we will be treated as kings/
And the women will come to us with seduction in their swing/
But if they claim us lepers, vampires, or exiles/
Grab the ropes/
And we will set Sail once again/
So we will make way, to Mexico/
The land where I am from, and used to live so many years ago/
And we will meet old friends, and drink with family/
And the women! Will regard our names in infamy/
And when the infantry come to capture our heads/
It wasn’t our faults, constable that he just happen to bled/
We will grab our wallets, and break off these shackles/
Back to the boat boys, we must sail again/
So my second in command, Officer please!/
Where shall we go, what destination do you see/
Odessa, good Captain is what this map is telling me/
Then to Odessa we go, to drink with the Aristocracy/
And I imagine my crew, when we land/
That the streets are paved in gold and every woman will lend their hand/
For a night of cavorting, consigning, and collaborating/
Their love, to our demands/
They’ll scream indulgences while we scream curses/
Odessa is where we’ll land/
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