Pieces of Eight (Give up the Ship) - Apathy

Stepping on a stage like anchors up

Wake 'em up

Raising up, pirate flags I’m about to shake 'em up

Smoke on the water

Jumping overboard to avoid the slaughter

So I grab the senator’s daughter

Shouldn’ta brought her

Them trade routes gotta get taxed

It’s simple facts

I relax while the money just stacks

Just sharpening my sword

Soft suckers come aboard

They’ll be screaming out prayers like they summoning the Lord

Oh God, Oh Jesus

Get sliced to pieces

I’m in the Caribbean fucking whores on the beaches

Big titties bouncing

Big booties

Big rubies

Big diamonds in the chest

I’m fresh I got groupies from the Carolina coast to the whores in Tortuga who

could stare into the fire and tell you your future

I been drinking way too much rum

Getting dumb talking bitches into swallowing cum

Dual pistols fully loaded tucked inside of my belt

Studied treasure maps all night before the candles melt

Strike fear in their hearts when they see the flag flying

Grown men crying, because they know that everybody dying now

Pieces of eight

Pieces of eight

Pieces of eight

Buccaneers, who fought for years

For gold doubloons and

Pieces of eight

Cannonball-sized hole in the ship deck

The skipper got a slit neck and left with the ship wreck

I’m trying to trap the little mermaid in my fishnet

And no pun intended but, I make the bitch get wet

You wiseass, shut your mouth and pass me the spyglass

Scanning the horizon with a flipped up eyepatch

Screaming from the crows nest to load up the cannons

But the ship was see-through and had a crew full of phantoms

So we hightailed south of these Caribbean ports where we anchored off the shore

some heavily armed forts

In the pitch-black of night nobody light up their torch

Undetected rowing oars silently to the shores

Tossed over a rope to cross over the moat

And snuck up behind a guard and slashed open his throat

Moving shadow to shadow

With a sword, no gun

Watched 35 guards drop one by one

Before the sun was peaking over the edge of the Earth

I beheaded some jerk who leaked red on my shirt

Brought the bodies to the beach dig and left in the surf

Now I’m king and everything south of Heaven’s my turf

Pieces of eight

Pieces of eight

Pieces of eight

Buccaneers, who fought for years

For gold doubloons and

Pieces of eight