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I'm sailing the seas of red wineI'm strummin' this nonsense tuneAdding my voice to a rebel serenadeEchoing off a waxin' moonAnd I have crumpled our paper captainNow who will lead this swarthy crew?Tear the teeth off the gears, keep 'em as souvenirs boys!The world needs a few good mutineers nowSometimes I slumber on a bed of rosesSometimes I crash in the weedsOne day a bowl full of cherriesOne night I'm suckin' on lemons and spittin' out the seedsI am the fat native, skinny-dippin, semi-professional tourist...a gold watch at the bottom of the seaTis time I depose of those petty tyrantsOne on the throne, One inside meBring on the changeLet's keep it simple nowDon't confuse your wants with your needsBelieve in Love, forsake your greedAnd give away what you want to receive"what you say?!"Give away what you want to receive"what you say?!" From Letras Mania