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A [Verse 1]
A At age 19 I was kidnapped by Turkish pirates
A Mediterranean thugs
A After some torture they considered me their mascot
A Cypriotic good luck
E I had to taste the deck and many other things
F# I had to pay the piper with my
B wedding ring
A E And I would never see my family
A again [Verse 2]
A By 25 I was respected as an equal
A My art was a knife
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A On countless raids I was the first one up the lanyard
A Yeah I was seeking a fight
E There is no time to pray
E And there's no time to beg
F#m And then it's off with an arm
B Or it's off with a leg
A And if I spare your life
E A It's because the tide is leaving
A Oh yeah [Bridge Solo]
A E F#m Bm A E A [Verse 3]
A By 31 I was the captain of a galleon
A I was Poseidon's new son
A The coast of Montenegro was my favorite target
A It was ever so fun
E We had no wooden legs
E Or steel hooks
F#m We had no black eye patches
Bm Or a starving cook
A E We were just killers with the
A cold eyes of a sailor
E Yeah we were killers with the cold
D eyes of a sailor
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Composición: Stephen Malkmus

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