Lyrics:
the mood again
I walk the damp streets rather than slumber
Along the fine windows of shameless and plunder
But none of their riches could ever compare
With fortune I'll live
With fever we will hive
Through pleasant plunder
In iron I came forged
To bind-sooth
With rockets on easy
High disc
seasoning
Last of the line at an honest day's toil
Turning the deep sod under
Flint at the fetlock, chasing the bone
Flies at the nostrils plunder
so many people needin' our help
To keep their lands away from the greedy
Who only plunder for themselves
All the people in the whole wide world
Nobody
next time he plunders
I'm going to tell you one by one
Everybody here is on the run
I'm going to tell you, you've got to know
Hey, yeah, its all
From plunder and pollution
Let mother earth be free
Feminism ain't about women
No, that's not who it is for
It's about a shifting consciousness
said you'd get beheaded in other lands
If I were in your arms tonight
Quit tryin' to get me under that icy plunder
Boy, oh boy, what a scare, oh
so many people needin' our help
To keep their lands away from the greedy
Who only plunder for themselves
All the people in the whole wide world
Nobody
dreams
Yes, I am a pirate
Two hundred years too late
The cannons don't thunder
There's nothin' to plunder
I'm an under-forty victim of fate
the Skies
Undisputed Ruler
Shaping The Great Dread'
Vast Expansion
Essential Bloodshed
A Realm on the rise
Unlimited Prize
Glorious Tribes
For Plunder they
& she said
Do you come from a land down under
Where women glow & men plunder?
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take
warrior
And Sweoland sets sail to plunder
With will as strong as the heart of Hrungner
They sat the world ablaze
Usurpers of Ethelreds british isles
SA'LUK:
I remember a time
When crime was sublime
There was plenty of loot in the lair
We'd plunder and pillage
And ransack a village
With nary
Yes I am a pirate, two hundred years too late
The cannons don't thunder, there's nothin' to plunder
I'm an over-forty victim of fate
Arriving too
most of 'em dreams
Yes I am a pirate, a few hundred years too late
The cannons don't thunder, there's nothing to plunder
I'm an under-forty victim
Far from the arms of hunger
Far from the world disorder
Beyond the reach of warfare
Blinded by faith no longer
No longer free to plunder
No
Far from the arms of hunger
Far from the world disorder
Beyond the reach of warfare
Blinded by faith no longer
No longer free to plunder
No
put assunder,
Bad guys who like to loot and plunder
"You'll pay for this Captain Planet!"
(chanting)
We're the planeteers,
You can be one too!
'Cause
Hey ol' Saddam you figured wrong
When you thought the whole
World would back down
And let you take all the oil
And rape Kuwait and plunder and spoil
And to keep yourself from longing to let
Those painted waves take you under
It isn't just the water black that makes
The body plunder from high sea cliffs
I
Come fill up your glasses and let us be merry,
For to rob bags of plunder it is our intent.
Chorus
As we roam through the valleys
Where the lilies
of the day
Images of black-like memories
Lovers take the plunder, then they leave
Obsession, possession
Temptation, transgression
We're second-rate
the month of May
When I, as pressed by a sea captain, a privateer to trade
To the East Indies we were bound to plunder the raging main
And it's many the brave
plunders
To the one unknown no one can know nor see
That's resistant to greed
If we listen to time after time, time can never go under
There's this
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