Album: other songs

Pirate At 40

Mother Mother ocean
I have heard your call
Wanted to sail upon your waters since I was three feet tall
Cause you've seen it all
You've seen it all

Watched the men who rode you
They switch from sails to steam
And in your belly you hold the treasures few have ever seen
Most of 'em dreams
Most of 'em dreams

Yes I am a pirate
a few hundred years too late
The cannons don't thunder there's nothin' to plunder
I'm an over-forty victim of fate
Arriving too late
Arriving too late

I've done a bit of smugglin'
I've run my share of grass
I made enough money to buy Miami but I pissed it away so fast
Never meant to last
Never meant to last

And I have been drunk now For over two weeks
I passed out and I rallied and I sprung a few leaks
But I got stop wishin'
Got to go fishin'
Down to rock bottom again

Just a few friends
Just a few friends
Just a few friends
Just a few friends