Pieces of Eight (Give up the Ship)

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Apathy] Steppin' on the stage like anchors up, wake 'em up Raisin' up, Pirate flags, I'm about to shake 'em up Smoke on the water, jumpin' overboard to avoid the slaughter So I grabbed 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 sharpenin' my sword, so if suckers come aboard They'll be screamin' out prayers like they summonin' the Lord Oh God, Oh Jesus, get sliced to pieces I'm in the Caribbean, fuckin' whores on the beaches Big titties bouncin', big booties, big rubies Big diamonds in a chest, I'm fresh, I got groupies From the Carolina coast to the whores in Tortuga Who could stare into the fire and they'll tell you your future I've been drinkin' way too much rum Gettin' dumb, talkin' bitches into swallowing cum Two pistols fully loaded, tucked inside of my belt Study treasure maps all night, before the candles melt Strike fear in their hearts when they see that flag flying Grown men cryin', 'cause they know that everybody dyin' now [Hook: Sampled] Pieces of Eight Pieces of Eight Pieces of Eight Pieces of Eight Buccaneers, who fought for years For gold doubloons and... pieces of eight [Verse 2: Apathy] Cannonball-sized hole in the ship deck The skipper got a slit neck and left with the ship wreck I'm tryin' to trap the little mermaid in my fishnet And no pun intended but, I make the bitch get wet You wise-ass, shut your mouth and pass me the spyglass Scannin' the horizon with a flipped up eyepatch Screamin' 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 it south to these Caribbean ports Where we anchored off the shore of some heavily armed forts In the pitch-black of night, nobody light up their torch Undetected, rowin' 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 Movin' shadow to shadow, with a sword; no gun And watched thirty-five guards drop one by one Before the sun was peakin' over the edge of the Earth I beheaded some jerk, who leaked red on my shirt Brought the bodies to the beach, dead get left in the surf Now I'm the king and everything south of Heaven's my turf [Hook: Sampled] Pieces of Eight Pieces of Eight Pieces of Eight Pieces of Eight Buccaneers, who fought for years For gold doubloons and... pieces of eight