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