Stephen Malkmus
The Hook
At age 19 i was kidnapped by turkish piratesMediterranean thugsAfter some torture they considered me their mascotCypriotic good luckI had to taste the deck and many other thingsI had to pay the piper with my wedding ringAnd i would never see my family againBy 25 i was respected as an equalMy art was a knifeOn countless raids i was the first one up the lanyardYeah i was seeking a fightThere is no time to prayAnd there's no time to begAnd then it's off with an armOr it's off with a legAnd if i spare your lifeIt's because the tide is leavingOh yeahBy 31 I was the captain of a galleonI was poseidon's new sonThe coast of montenegro was my favorite targetIt was ever so funWe had no wooden legsLetras de cancionesOr steel hooksWe had no black eye patchesOr a starving cookWe were just killers with the cold eyes of a sailorYeah we were killers with the cold eyes of a sailor
From Letras Mania