What's in a name? Self-indulgence is debauchery's aim Broken foes of ill-favored pursuits To claim it all a lie is the furthest from the truth Time in the fast lane loses luster as it dulls Find yourself at odds as your mind begins to mull Ruminating over curious facts of life Call the pirates three to rid you of the strife
It pays to have friends in wet, wet places When the going gets tough in those times you get wasted We are the ones who always have your back First to fight against how the odds are stacked When you're feeling kind of lost in those times that you're alone We'll be that guiding light to the sea that we call home You can depend on us to bear the heavy load No truer friends than brothers of the code
Composed of lust and vice with all our bad habits No other way that we would fucking have it Ill-done demerits forever line our beds As the devil's work goes straight into our heads Flash of the blade against the turn of the tide To be in the winner's circle is to have us on your side Ruminating over curious choices of your life Count on the pirates three to rid you of the strife
It pays to have friends in wet, wet places When the going gets tough in those times you get wasted We are the ones who always have your back First to fight against how the odds are stacked When you're feeling kind of lost in those times that you're alone We'll be that guiding light to the sea that we call home You can depend on us to bear the heavy load No truer friends than brothers of the code
As the days grow short And the years pass us by You can rely on us Until the end of time As the days grow short And the years pass us by Good friends in wet, wet places Until we die