Текст песни
The wind is howling through the hallway gloom
Caressing wires in this dusty room
The road. That godforsaken road
It drags me back into the cold
Oh, let Tortuga swallow me whole!
I’m of a different, darker soul
An old, good pirate, worn and frayed
That’s just the hand that life has played
A good old harbor pirate
I thought I’d finally dropped my hook
In the quiet harbor, by the book
A pirate’s oath, a sacred sound
Swallowed by the solid ground
Now I’m overgrown with bills and debts
Drowning in these paper nets
I’m not a pirate anymore, it’s true
But I still love my rum
Damn good brew!
Oh, let Tortuga swallow me whole!
I’m of a different, darker soul
An old, good pirate, worn and frayed
That’s just the hand that life has played
My parrot’s dead, dried up and gone
Two cats and a dog to carry on
Think I’m a piece of sh—, you say?
Well, go to hell and stay away!
You call me "Transformer" now, I guess
Limping toward my final rest
You’re lucky that I’m still alive
Hear my ballad, let it thrive!
Oh, let Tortuga swallow me whole!
I’m of a different, darker soul
An old, good pirate, worn and frayed
That’s just the hand that life has played
The sea was licking rusty piers
The anchor stuck in filth and fears
I promised life a brand-new start
From the ship to a flat — it breaks my heart
Time to quit the war and gin
Settle down, let peace begin
Bandaged up, from head to toe
Should I get married? I don’t know
Oh, let Tortuga swallow me whole!
I’m of a different, darker soul
An old, good pirate, worn and frayed
That’s just the hand that life has played
Twelve-point storms? No threat to me
My eye, my leg, my guts — you see
I’m at the port, just for the tide
But in a flat is where I hide
My old dead bird, the anchor’s weight
They make it hard to walk quite straight
On shore, I’m just a joke, a bum
Until I drink my f—ing rum!
Damn good brew!
Oh, let Tortuga swallow me whole!
I’m of a different, darker soul
An old, good pirate, worn and frayed
That’s just the hand that life has played
My frigate rotted in the bay
I pawned my compass yesterday
My eye, my leg, my soul, my pride
I will not let you take inside!
Oh, let Tortuga swallow me whole!
I’m of a different, darker soul
An old, good pirate, worn and frayed
A good old harbor pirate
