Drink Till Dawn

Skull Branded Pirates

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    A challenge by the sword is a challenge of your honour
    And a challenge by the pistol is a challenge to the death
    But the task we set before you throws a gauntlet to your gullet
    Serves a summons to your stomach, imposition to your head
    Test your metal with the masters throw the tankard down your maw
    When you're drinking with the pirates better open up your jaw
    We go drinking until dawn

    The fire it has started, my belly is burning
    And the acid of the lemon, guts wrenching and churning
    Add the mix of the cinnamon, some water for water and rum. The rum!

    The sun it has set, these hours are for slamming
    No talking or balking, just man caterwauling
    As they shout to the wench, that she causes unrest
    In the crotches of all with her magnificent breasts
    Drinking and drinking and drinking and drinking
    No stopping, just glasses and chinking and chinking
    The dawn never comes till this bar is drank dry
    Many have failed, and most have died to try

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    When you drink until dawn
    What will you do when the drinks passed to you
    Will you crawl? Will you fall? Will your head hit the floor
    When we drink until dawn

    Shot after shot, there's no elegant way,
    To blow chunks over sally, who’s a well travelled scally
    She’ll ask you for payment for the loss of her trade
    But a whore dressed in chunks is a whore in her place
    Down a five pinter and swallow a yard
    Not of ale, but of slops. “its not nice”. Drink it down
    You're closer to breaking than the dawn is to you
    So stop convulsing and shaking, ‘cos I know you’re a faking
    He died, but he tried, his fits were not a lie
    The tankards are stacking and my vision doth shake
    The drink will take your life what will you stake

    When we drink until the dawn, across the shadows of the night
    Driving forwards, ever onwards till the break of morning light
    When we drink until the dawn, raise your glasses up on high
    To your brothers, to your crewmates
    For tomorrow we may die

    Nothing is left, not even the spitter
    That was drank by the tramp who also drank from the shitter
    The floor’s an inch deep in vomit and piss
    ‘Cos when three sheets to the wind then the pisser you miss
    So set forth from the tavern start the drinking again
    Yes this drunken nightmare never ends!

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