Well my lover she has kisses of brine
To me it taste just like wine
On land there's a rope, awaiting my throat
And a box that's made out of pine
We were murderers, pirates and thieves
We did things that you wouldn't believe
Under the stars, with shirts made of scars
And no mothers or lovers to grieve
And the wind it whistles and raves
Yes the water will soon be our grave
But the hull was split wide
As the Inferno died
And slipped between the waves
And I'm sailing on an ocean of blood
And my canteen is all filled with mud
And I'm chained to the hull
And I'm out of my skull
And I'm waiting for the bildges to flood
And the jailer will never catch me
'Cause the ocean, she's cut me free
Well we're all quite at home
With our piano of bone
Waltzing beneath the sea
Oh boys, here's one for the ladies back home
Tell them we'll no longer roam
And yes boys, let's take our poor souls down below
At least we won't do it alone
And oh boys, here's one for the ladies back home
Tell them we'll no longer roam
And yes boys, let's take our poor souls down below
At least we won't do it alone
Oh boys, here's one for the ladies back home
Tell them we'll no longer roam
And yes boys, let's take our poor souls down below
At least we won't do it alone
And oh boys, here's one for the ladies back home
Tell them we'll no longer roam
And yes boys, let's take our poor souls down below
At least we won't do it alone
Your boys have finally come home