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G C G D
Oh, what's the use of this looting and pillaging,
G C G D
Swinging my ray-gun through blood, guts, and gore?
C G A D
Raping and robbing and boozing grow boring;
G C D G
The life of a pirate's no fun anymore.
G C
No fun anymore, no fun anymore,
D D7 G
It's only a job, it's no fun anymore.
Always the same: all the planning and ambushing,
Pouncing, attacking, and hauling away,
The whoring and boozing and passing out afterwards --
It's getting monotonous, day after day.
Day after day, day after day,
It's boring as Hell, fighting day after day.
I've bounced in more beds than there's hairs on my you-know-what.
I've bred enough bastards to crew my own ship.
I've never had time to stay home and raise one of 'em,
So what will I have when I've emptied my clip?
Emptied my clip, emptied my clip,
Who'll call me "Dad" when I've emptied my clip?
I've got an itch to go do something different:
Get a good farm and a nice buxom bride.
Raise some tall crops and a lot of fat babies.
Complacency's one sin that I've never tried!
I've never tried, I've never tried,
Playing Good Citizen I've never tried!
(c) Copyright 5/14/87 by Leslie Fish, Random Factors
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