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letra de the spirit of the outlaw - the jolly rogers

i was a pirate captain, on the sea my life was spent
and my ship bore with beauty, men of dark intent
i ravaged all the vessels that i met upon the sea
and gave no quarter to the crews, i laughed at every plea

they sent three ships to find me, i was taken by blockade!
executioner’s dock is where i hung, and there my body stayed
but my spirit is not dead, so do not say farewell
but rather look for my return, for i find no rest in hеll

and i was a gallant highwayman, o’er the hills my horse did fly!
with my sword and bracе of pistols, i did rob the passersby
many a lord and merchantman, died as i plied my trade
with every death and theft i became, the scourge of the king’s highway!
they sent a company of soldiers, who took me in a fight
and the watching mob cheered l-stily, when i hung from the scaffold high!
but my spirit is not dead, so do not say farewell
but rather look for my return, for i find no rest in h-ll

and i was a hunted outlaw, my six-gun spoke for me
i’ve k!lled close to thirty men, some just to see them bleed!
i stalked the rails that cut the west, i’ve robbed many a train
the telegraph spread news of me, they posted my face and name

they sent a sheriff and his posse, who ran me to the ground
and the dust filled my gaping mouth, when i hung in that tiny town
but my spirit is not dead, so do not say farewell
but rather look for my return, for i find no rest in h-ll

and i was a famous gangster, wanted by the feds
because the blast of my tommy gun, left so many dead!
the papers called me the butcher, and that name i surely earned
i owned half the city, the other half i burned

they sent the t-men after me, “guilty” the jury’s vote
and the priest asked god’s mercy as the noose bit into my throat
but my spirit is not dead, so do not say farewell
but rather look for my return, for i find no rest in h-ll

and i’m a pirate once again, stalking the seas once more!
no press of sail above my head but hear my engines roar!
my cannon are now rockets, my pistol an ak
but i still steal those merchant ships, and make their owners pay
they sent their navy’s destroyers but they haven’t caught me yet!
and so i still hunt the waves, until my match is met
and when that match is found, they’ll put me down once more
and i’ll rise up just as i did a thousand times before

- the jolly rogers

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