Папа Круто - The Ship is Sinking | Текст песни

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• The Ship is Sinking

The boys are telling tales
And singing songs of former glory
Handshakes, winks and money passed forward
Nodding along to the captain’s orders
Tired as hell, well the journey’s far
And the ship, well it’s been sinking from the start

They’re knocking back the bottles
And checking off the days
Send ‘em to the longboat till the sober
Shave their bellies with a rusty razor
They’re drunk as hell, well the journey’s long
And the ship, well it’s been sinking all along

Send for the captain
And meet for consultation
These maps are fucked
We need another destination

Raise the mast, all hands on deck
We’re drifting far off course
Farther north, farther north
Whatever plans we had
Were always out of grasp
We’re forever heading for the storm
So hoist the flag and man the oars

Keep one eye on the shore
And the other over your shoulder
This is the face of a new world order
Splintered skin and backs arched forward
Tired as hell, and the journey’s far
And the ship, well it’s been sinking from the start

You take what you can and
Wash it down with dirty water
Send ‘em to the longboat till they’re sober
Find ‘em in bed with the captain’s daughter
They’re drunk as hell, well the journey’s long
And the ship, well it’s been sinking all along

Send for the captain
And meet for consultation
These maps are fucked
We need another destination

Raise the mast, all hands on deck
We’re drifting far off course
Farther north, farther north
Whatever plans we had
Were always out of grasp
We’re forever heading for the storm
So hoist the flag and man the oars

The hands and the nails of the vagabonds and rakes
All fighting for the wheel and tugging at the sails
And too many cooks spoil all the broth
And a ship fill of a drunks will only ever fight for the lot

(chorus)


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