Oh, the year was 1778, HOW I WISH I WAS IN SHERBROOKE NOW! A letter of marque come from the king, To the scummiest vessel I'd ever seen, CHORUS:
Don't sell me anything Your one time offer so uncalled for, you call it piece of mind 'Cause I can see your house from here Now leaves have fallen, dear
The privateer is watching The moon provides the only light Roaring winds are blowing A flag appears out of the night Guns are spitting fire The cannonball
Somethings happenin up in the sky, its rainin money but no one knows why we're kinda scared, is this a trick, the pressures risin and its makin me sick
Oh, the year was 1778, (How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now!) A letter of marque came from the king, To the scummiest vessel I'd ever seen, God damn them
The privateer is watching, the moon provides the only light Roaring winds are blowing, a flag appears out of the night Guns are spitting fire, the cannonball
Übersetzung: Bird, Andrew. Der Freibeuter.
Übersetzung: Running Wild. The Privateer.
: Nuclear tests that reap up wealth for the rich They're selling their souls like a rotten sleazy bitch Contaminated children are born to live in pain
: The privateer is watching, the moon provides the only light Roaring winds are blowing, a flag appears out of the night Guns are spitting fire, the
: Slaves to money, bad to the bone Blood is running through veins unknown Mindless liars, stonedead souls Putting you straight into a hole Virus soiled
: Somethings happenin up in the sky, its rainin money but no one knows why we're kinda scared, is this a trick, the pressures risin and its makin me
