We’ve updated our Terms of Use to reflect our new entity name and address. You can review the changes here.
We’ve updated our Terms of Use. You can review the changes here.

Death, Theft and Revenge

by Invincible Pigs

/
  • Streaming + Download

    Includes high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more. Paying supporters also get unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app.
    Purchasable with gift card

      name your price

     

  • Full Digital Discography

    Get all 4 Invincible Pigs releases available on Bandcamp and save 30%.

    Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality downloads of Death, Theft and Revenge, The Garden Folke, Clean Livin', and Billy Was My Buddy. , and , .

    Purchasable with gift card

      £2.10 GBP or more (30% OFF)

     

1.
The Mermaid 05:07
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
2.
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
3.
Olga 04:19
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. --- 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" --- 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 --- 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. --- 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 --- 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. --- 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" --- 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. --- 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
4.
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!
5.
They Rise! 04:08
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.
6.
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 --- 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 --- And she'll sail the Seven Seas Take whate'r she please Bound to roam Not port to call home Just the rolling ocean --- 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 --- And she'll sail the Seven Seas Take whate'r she please Bound to roam Not port to call home Just the rolling ocean --- 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 --- And she'll sail the Seven Seas Take whate'r she please Bound to roam No port to call home Just the rolling ocean

about

A mish-mash of tracks originally recorded in the basement in 2019, remaining a long-standing source of guilt and distress until the finger was eventually pulled out in late 2022.

credits

released September 20, 2022

Mixed by Olly + Tom Industries

Mastering
Olga, Rolling Ocean - Emily Magpie emilymagpiemastering.co.uk
They Rise! - 808hz Mastering www.facebook.com/808hzmastering/
The Mermaid, Down the Dart, Always at the Shoreline - Tom + Olly PLC

license

all rights reserved

tags

about

Invincible Pigs Bristol, UK

contact / help

Contact Invincible Pigs

Streaming and
Download help

Report this album or account

If you like Invincible Pigs, you may also like: