The Beast Sails In - The Hurt Process

Cove to cove, from all around the world

With my pieces of eight in capturing the fool

Or so the story goes.

He found his bullion

Forgotten gold, he’s got a hook as his hand

Fortunes lost, pillage and take my friends

Forgotten gold, he’s got a parrot on his shoulder

With a patch on his eye

And a sword by his side

A bag full of gold

And one wooden leg

A patch on his eye

A sword by his side

A bag full of gold

…One wooden leg…

Pass the sentence, now walk the plank

Cast your verdict, now walk the plank

Send the accused, now walk the plank

The sentence cast, now walk the plank