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The Mermaid
05:07
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It was Friday morn when we set sail
And we were not far from the land
When our captain, a mermaid he spied
with a comb and a glass in her hand
And the Ocean Waves do roll
And the stormy winds they blow
And we poor sailors, we're skipping at the top
With the land lubbers lying down below below below
With the land lubbers lying down below
The first man to speak was the captain of the ship
And a salty old dog was he
Said "The sight of the mermaid has warned me of our doom
We shall sink to the bottom of the sea"
(Oh lord)
We shall sink to the bottom of the sea
And the ocean waves let them roll, (let them roll)
The stormy winds let them blow (let them blow)
And we poor sailors, we're skipping at the top
With the land lubbers lying down below below below
With the land lubbers lying down below
Then up spoke the first mat of our gallant ship
A fine spoken man was he
Said "I have a wife in Brooklyn by the sea,
And tonight a window she will be"
(oh lord)
tonight a window she will be
And the ocean waves let them roll, (let them roll)
The stormy winds let them blow (let them blow)
And we poor sailors, we're skipping at the top
With the land lubbers lying down below below below
With the land lubbers lying down below
Then there came a cry from the young cabin boy
Though a brave young lad was he
"I have me not a wife, but sweethearts I have three
and tonight they'll be weeping for me"
(oh lord)
Tonight they'll be weeping for me
And the ocean waves let them roll, (let them roll)
The stormy winds let them blow (let them blow)
And we poor sailors, we're skipping at the top
With the land lubbers lying down below below below
With the land lubbers lying down below
Then there came a groan of the ship
A mean old drunk was he
He said "I don't give a damn if we never see the land
Let us sink to the bottom of the sea"
(Oh lord)
Let us sink to the bottom of the sea
And the ocean waves let them roll, (let them roll)
The stormy winds let them blow (let them blow)
And we poor sailors, we're skipping at the top
With the land lubbers lying down below below below
With the land lubbers lying down below
Then three times around spun our gallant ship
Three times around spun she
Three times around spun our gallant ship
And we sank to the bottom of the sea
(oh lord)
We sank to the bottom of the sea
And the ocean waves let them roll, (let them roll)
The stormy winds let them blow (let them blow)
And we poor sailors, we're skipping at the top
With the land lubbers lying down below below below
With the land lubbers lying down below
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2. |
Always at the Shoreline
02:45
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The tourists come to gawp in their dandy hats and coats
See the calloused hands down a-working on the boats
The daily catch is taken for the fancy food in town
But the tide has been a rising and the price is going down
Giant’s holding fast against the weather and the rot
They’ve been watching on the beaches since a time we long forgot
The sand it shifts beneath their feet
The tide rolls out and in
And always at the shoreline in the morning
So heave on the ropes and haul up the net
They say a storm’s a coming but we ain’t dead yet
We'll roll with the thunder like a thousand time before
In the belly of a giant on the old shop floor
Now there’s many a gale that’s blown on through, and many a lugger damned
Many a saint abandoned for amusements on the Strand
Many an old salt sacrificed to make the way for change
But some may keep the old ways, and long they may remain
Giants looking weary as another day begins
Their clothes are looking ragged and the salt it stains their skin
The sand it shifts beneath their feet
The tide rolls out and in
And always at the shoreline in the morning
So heave on the ropes and haul up the net
They say a storm’s a coming but we ain’t dead yet
We'll roll with the thunder like a thousand time before
In the belly of a giant on the old shop floor
Here we stand in protest ‘gainst the widening of a smile
Seems that every inch we gives em, the council sells a mile
Ol' Bony was defeated but it didn’t end the pain
Know that it was England who shot Joe Swain
Giants they’re enlisted now, still staring at the sea
Filled with unsung stories, or hawking history
The sand it shifts beneath their feet
The tide rolls out and in
And always at the shoreline in the morning
So heave on the ropes and haul up the net
They say a storm’s a coming but we ain’t dead yet
We'll roll with the thunder like a thousand time before
In the belly of a giant on the old shop floor
So heave on the ropes and haul up the net
They say a storm’s a coming but we ain’t dead yet
We'll roll with the thunder like a thousand time before
And always at the shoreline in the morning
Always at the shoreline in the morning
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3. |
Olga
04:19
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Olga dear, so sad to hear
We had to kill your man
It's business and it's politics
I'm sure you understand
Igor had it coming
Not the smartest of guys
We'll send to you new man true
To dry those pretty eyes.
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But Olga wasn't having it
She's not that kinda gal
Those suitors soon were sailing
down a dried up old canal
As she dropped the dirt atop their heads
till nothing more was seen
She said "you mighta fucked with Igor
You shouldna fucked with me"
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She'll send you to the bath-house
for your muscles are so sore
By the time you smell the smoke
she'll drop a bar across the door
She ain't looking for your friendship
You won't take her up the aisle
She ain't content, she don't consent
She'll greet you with a smile
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CHORUS
And then she'll burn you, she'll batter you
She'll bury you alive
She'll drink you 'neath your table
then she'll set your town on fire
She ain't accepting suitors
Oh mister can't you see?
Don't. Fuck. With. Olga.
She just won't let it be.
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She ain't looking for forgiveness
She don't want your sympathy
And if you've gone and crossed her
Well by God, you'd better flee
She'll extend the hand of friendship
Olga ain't afraid to bluff
Five thousand more beneath the sword
But still it ain't enough
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CHORUS
Cause she'll burn you, she'll batter you
She'll bury you alive
She'll drink you 'neath your table
then she'll set your town on fire
She ain't accepting suitors
Oh mister can't you see?
Don't. Fuck. With. Olga.
She just won't let it be.
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As she watched the homes a-burning
She allowed herself a grin
She raised a glass on high to toast
The memory of her king
"You sorry suitors saw me
just some slip to be seduced
You sent to me your sparrows
And I sent them home to roost"
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CHORUS
I burned you, I battered you
I buried you alive
I drank you 'neath your table
And I set your house on fire
I ain't accepting suitors
Oh no, mister can't you see?
Don't. Fuck. With. Olga.
You sure don't fuck with me.
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It's a story told of days of old
And lax morality
Revenge so cold
A queen so bold
Went down in history
If you're thinking twice
Take my advice,
Well take a tip from me
Don't. Fuck. With. Olga.
Don't. Fuck. With. Olga.
Don't. Fuck. With. Olga.
Cause she just won't let it be.
She'll burn you, she'll batter you
She'll bury you alive
drink you 'neath the table
then she'll set your town on fire
She ain't accepting suitors
Oh mister can't you see?
Don't you ever fuck with Olga
She'll never let it be
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4. |
Down the Dart
03:41
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Tell me lads, can you hear the sounds?
(The rain does fall and the wind does blow)
The Mother of God, she’s come to town
(It’s down the Dart we’ll go)
Her belly groans with foreign gold
(The rain does fall and the wind does blow)
And her gilded decks sing out for for home
(It’s down the Dart we’ll go)
Casting off with the rising tide
It’s the down the Dart and up the side
Of Heaven come to England's shores
With blackened sails and muffled oars
We’ll meet the Mother of God!
I heard the tale down in the Seven Stars
(The rain does fall and the wind does blow)
Where navy lads tips back a jar
(It’s down the Dart we’ll go)
And i heard it too down on the old Fosse street
(The rain does fall and the wind does blow)
Where the docker boys hang thick as thieves
(It’s down the Dart we’ll go)
Casting off with the rising tide
It’s the down the Dart and up the side
Of Heaven come to England's shores
With blackened sails and muffled oars
We’ll meet the Mother of God!
The taxman wants what the taxman sees
(The rain does fall and the wind does blow)
But Lizzie she'll get one in three
(It’s down the Dart we’ll go)
Sir Walter wants to strip your back
(The rain does fall and the wind does blow)
But In Dartmouth boys he’s met his match!
(It’s down the Dart we’ll go)
Casting off with the rising tide
It’s the down the Dart and up the side
Of Heaven come to England's shores
With blackened sails and muffled oars
We’ll meet the Mother of God!
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5. |
They Rise!
04:08
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I woke up on Friday morn
stifling a moan
just one more day to shamble through
and the weekends all my own
I got down to the office
but all the doors were locked
I muttered something 'neath my breath
and I got an awful shock
I saw a shambling horde of zombies
They were standing all around
Moaning, groaning, rotting flesh
and nary no way out
I went to work with a baseball bat
I cut myself a path
And as I feld for safety
Well I couldn't help but laugh
Coz the dead they rose on Friday
I swear it's just not fair
I just want my weekend
But the dead don't seem to care
They could've done it Monday
I swear it's just my luck
I just want my weekend
but the dead don't give a
Stuck knee deep in corpses
It goes from bad to worse
Seems Satan sought a soul-mate
She rolled up in a hearse
She drove er way down into Hell
Love at first sight
Formed an unholy union
But not for workers' rights
It's the undead Maggie Thatcher
She's arisen from the grave
She was thirsty for your milk
Now she's hungry for your brains
She leads a horde of demons
The likes you've never seen
They say the lady's not for turning?
She's turning kinda green
And the dead they rose on Friday
I swear it's just not fair
I just want my weekend
But the dead don't seem to care
They could've done it Monday
I swear it's just my luck
I just want my weekend
but the dead don't give a
Ducking down in Highgate
Things get kinda weird
I met another moaning mob
Their leader had... a beard?
He held a hammer
He held a sickle
He only eats the ruling class
I rubbed my eyes in disbelief...
It's the undead Karl Marx.
They fell up on each other
and I was at the start
of the undead revolution
that was about to start
Beacause the dead
They rise!
Before your eyes
And the restless dead
See red
See red
Saw Trotskyin the melee
The icepick from his head
I saw Reagan batter Castro
With his own severed leg
When it all was over
it seemed like such a shame
Because the winners were the workers
But the workers ate my brains.
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6. |
Rolling Ocean
03:33
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Mary son,
what have you done?
You've joined the British Navy
Signed up to fight
Both day and night
No calling for a lady
Don't weep for me
It had to be
I'm off to find my fortune
I will return
Wind at my stern
With dollars and doubloons
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Mary son
What have you done?
You took a British merchant
You're soon to learn
There's no return
For you they will be searching
Don't weep for me
It had to be
She was asking for the taking
From privateer
To buccaneer
No masters and no King
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And she'll sail the Seven Seas
Take whate'r she please
Bound to roam
Not port to call home
Just the rolling ocean
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Mary son,
what have you done?
You’re taken by a Tyger
For all his show in Calico
Ol' Jack he couldn't save ya
Don't weep for me
It had to be
I stood my ground full well
Farewell my drunken coward mates
I’ll see you all in hell
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And she'll sail the Seven Seas
Take whate'r she please
Bound to roam
Not port to call home
Just the rolling ocean
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Mary son
What have you done?
You look upon the gallows
you'll dance your jig
From scaffold rig
All stranded in your shallows
Don't weep for me
It had to be
I've no regrets, no woe
There's no remorse
In a steady course
If you live the life you chose
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And she'll sail the Seven Seas
Take whate'r she please
Bound to roam
No port to call home
Just the rolling ocean
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