The Hook
Stephen Malkmus
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A [Verse 1]A At age 19 I was kidnapped by Turkish piratesA Mediterranean thugsA After some torture they considered me their mascotA Cypriotic good luckE I had to taste the deck and many other thingsF# I had to pay the piper with myB wedding ringA E And I would never see my familyA again [Verse 2]A By 25 I was respected as an equalA My art was a knifeContinúa después del anuncioA On countless raids I was the first one up the lanyardA Yeah I was seeking a fightE There is no time to prayE And there's no time to begF#m And then it's off with an armB Or it's off with a legA And if I spare your lifeE A It's because the tide is leavingA Oh yeah [Bridge Solo]A E F#m Bm A E A [Verse 3]A By 31 I was the captain of a galleonA I was Poseidon's new sonA The coast of Montenegro was my favorite targetA It was ever so funE We had no wooden legsE Or steel hooksF#m We had no black eye patchesBm Or a starving cookA E We were just killers with theA cold eyes of a sailorE Yeah we were killers with the coldD eyes of a sailor