Pirate’s Life

Verse (Mantra) 1 :
Uh yea
I am a bad man, raised by a bad seed in the badlands
Bad luck saw me bolted to the gangplank
Now I'm the captain of the ship beneath the black flag
I'm a merciless marauder
Moving through oceans of open water
Beyond the scrutiny of any type of law and order
Said of course for the Haitian border, the coast of Hispaniola
Drop anchor in the port of the isle of Tortuga
Put a sword through ya
Oceanic overlord, no [???] I'd be throwing actors overboard
Sever your flesh to display your rib cage
Leaving the captains name etched in ink on it's inlay
The treasure in your chest is now a pendant on my neck
Memento I have kept like a legacy of death
A permanent reminder of what could occur next
As I watch birds eye from my crows nest

Chorus:
As we sail for 40 days and drink for 40 nights
[???] [???] on our lonesome [???] we plunder in broad daylight
Souls are as cold as the ocean floor
Our eyes are as dead as the dead of night
Hearts are as black as the flag we fly
No there aren't much sweet about a pirate's life

Verse (Mantra) 2:
Travel at night while the moon is bright guided by the heavens
Navigation by starlight
We haven't seen land in 85 days
Blow down dastardly bastards in the s[???] strait
Moving in a channel that very few ships cruise in
I'm a 2 bet[?] nuisance, holding 2 lit fuses
Who consist of Europeans, African's and Chinese
Fugitives and buccaneers ravaging the high seas
Depraved killers who raped and pillaged
Taking shillings, invades then we raze your village
A dangerous business
By the minute the days finished
Road paved with innards, blood stains the buildings
Cutthroat character cut cutthroats with my cutlass
Cut holes in the gutless
Let’s let em explode my muskets
Aiming gun barrels at your rum barrels
Canon fire rushing by you, now your hull is unbalanced
Which motherfucker better run my drunken madness
My attackers die under 20 fathoms of utter blackness
You can either be held to a pretty ransom
Or get left without a peg leg to stand on
So what’s your stank talk, before it transform into a plank walk
And therefore my tendency to be a bad sport
As long as we at sea, we at war

Chorus:
As we sail for 40 days and drink for 40 nights
[???] [???] on our lonesome [???] we plunder in broad daylight
Souls are as cold as the ocean floor
Our eyes are as dead as the dead of night
Hearts are as black as the flag we fly
No there aren't much sweet about a pirate's life

Verse (Mantra) 3:
All is quiet as the enemy approaches
Scimitar ready to disembowel opponents
If the jokers bored my baby well they must be crazy
Or maybe they would be jones and they’d shake hands with Davy
They underestimate me, but they will never take me alive
I’ll die by my sword if they make me
Let the historians remember this glorious day scallywag crook rained victorious