At age 19 I was kidnapped by turkish pirates Mediterranean thugs After some torture they considered me their mascot Cypriotic good luck I had to taste the deck and many other things I had to pay the piper with my wedding ring And I would never see my family again
By 25 I was respected as an equal My art was a knife On countless raids I was the first one up the lanyard Yeah I was seeking a fight There is no time to pray And there's no time to beg And then it's off with an arm Or it's off with a leg And if I spare your life It's because the tide is leaving
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By 31 I was the captain of a galleon I was poseidon's new son The coast of montenegro was my favorite target It was ever so fun We had no wooden legs Or steel hooks We had no black eye patches Or a starving cook We were just killers with the cold eyes of a sailor Yeah we were killers with the cold eyes of a sailor
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