Lyrics:
Hehe, Shhh Lets get it boy See me now You got it boy Xar Is she lunkhead Is she, bulkhead Am I her savage hunter Going to her like a Monster, yah
secure the hatch, cut your losses and remember a bulkhead is not a wall Let it go easy, keep what you need, sometimes the best cards lose So put a smile
If the rocks in the box Get the water right down to your socks This bulkhead's built of fallen brethren's bones We all do what we can We endure
Lord, what a shock The bulkhead was turned right over Turned nine times around, and the poor old dog was drowned I'm the last of the Irish Rover
Lord, what a shock The bulkhead was turned right over Turned nine times around, and the poor old dog was drowned I'm the last of the Irish Rover
a shock The bulkhead was turned right over Turned nine times around And the poor old dog was drowned (1, 2, 3!) I'm the last of The Irish Rover
to the bulkheads, secure them tightly, We'll use the skills and the crafts that our fathers taught us, We work with pride, not as slaves, no one ever bought us.
And you haven't got a clue whose bed you're sharing. And your head's like a hammer on a bulkhead door And it feels like somebody might have broken your
Lord, what a shock The bulkhead was turned right over Turned nine times around, and the poor old dog was drowned I'm the last of the Irish Rover
a half-ton of Charlie built in to the bulkhead Right under the noses of all them police Now here I sit in my house on the mountain King of the clouds and all
meself and the captain' sold dog! Then the ship struck a rock- oh Lord, what a shock The bulkhead was turned right over Turned nine times around
and the captain's old dog Then the ship struck a rock oh Lord what a shock The bulkhead was turned right over Turned nine times around and the poor old dog was
Sitting on the top of everything Sweetly irritate what you can't leave alone Hottest summer in a hundred years Molten bulkhead burns your hands
And the bulkhead gave way And a spark caught the oil And the oil spread the flames And the sea burned away Downscope the fishmonger's eyes saw the shoreline Grow
her bulkhead in breech took she took on water on gallons below Which made us slow Then the rain came to bring me a fog to calm the waves Guess my
Carry-On Items should now be stowed, securely Either in an overhead bin, or underneath the seat in front of you All alias, exits and bulkhead areas should
drizzling off and on Just trying to put the damage on I'm on my way For whom's this latest serenade Kick off the bulkhead and row 'Cross the Shrewsbury of my
Just meself and the Captain's old dog Then the ship struck a rock, Oh Lord! What a shock, The bulkhead was turned right over Well it turned nine
and claw Fire on that bulkhead and string up that useless mare Tear out the wings of what ails you A blinking hand signal hides wireframe forms Entomophagy
the bulkhead Ships floor is red Yeah, that lubber's dead It ain't a mystery I'm infamous in history Lubbers ain't never did spit to me Navies can't get to me
science, and murder you with life's breath... my angel Locking down the bulkhead, a saviour, a killer, a hero and a villain in equal measure I am become
Sea-cock & sextant Grinder & scuttlebutt Futtock & bulkhead Foreguy & aftguy Baggy wrinkle & screw Now that you've learned all of my sea sords We just
his maze until he reaches the end The bulkheads shuts behind him, look of fear on his face With a pull of the lever, his life they sever as he's sucked
a thousand feet beneath the ground Two hundred men burned alongside their brothers Against the doorless bulkheads of the Speculator Mine They probably died
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