Ghost Pirates

Though we die a thousand deaths we sail the salty seas
And conspire against our sisters and brothers we
We all know that this is never ending
Our cases will always be pending
Good graces have never come our way
I think I'll haunt your guest bedroom today

There's a valley that's filled up with our dusty bones
And a cave that's all caved in with the same
No tombstone reads our names
A home will have a less sheepskin remains