Captain Dan And The Scurvy Crew - Ship 2 Ship lyrics

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Captain Dan And The Scurvy Crew - Ship 2 Ship lyrics

(Sea Dawg) Hands to yer halyards and batten down the hatches Soon we'll be in range to turn that ship to ashes Like a game of chess but the ocean's the table I'm all in the wind and bring a spring upon her cable Tighten yer grip, all hands about ship Hot chain shot is what we're bout to transmit From our guns to their mizzenmast fire a blast Let 'em know they're outcla**ed and this day they won't last. (Sea Dawg) Let our ammunition fly, light up the sky Don't stand by, make the enemy die We fight ship 2 ship, equip my clip Soon all their sailors gonna take a dip (Cap D) The Beats to the starboard, the helms to the larboard Take our masts forward, she's never been harbored Hard over on the wheel, prepare to ram Shards for their keels, their lives be damned! (Cap D) Clear lashings from the guns, set stages for battle We're dashing when we're done, bet cages we'll rattle Make ready, aim steady, bos'n pipe to quarters Stakes heavy, wakes deadly, roastin' wicks on mortars Crouch if their cannons shook, scout for abandon crooks Out with yer graplin hooks, shout when yer weight is took Crawl, overhaul, on the deck where you'll brawl Don't stall, make em fall, comin through like a squall (Sea Dawg) Let our ammunition fly, light up the sky Don't stand by, make the enemy die We fight ship 2 ship, equip my clip Soon all their sailors gonna take a dip (Cap D) The Beats to the starboard, the helms to the larboard Take our masts forward, she's never been harbored Hard over on the wheel, prepare to ram Shards for their keels, their lives be damned! (Admirality) We're going ship to ship, let the musket-balls rip Our fingertips won't slip from the gat or the hatchet Face the facts: it's a mother-f**ing boarding axe You've got a galleon, and I'm gonna snatch it Gonna start some sh**, from the stern to the bowsprit 'Cause that's how we roll in Her Majesty's Service Tapping ship's biscuits to shake out the rat sh** I've got stabbing fever and you know yer gonna catch it Gonna end your career as a buccaneer You live in fear to be sheared by the spears of my privateers Clear as the tears you've been shedding for years Get in the beers 'cause we're here and our victory's near (Sea Dawg) Let our ammunition fly, light up the sky Don't stand by, make the enemy die We fight ship 2 ship, equip my clip Soon all their sailors gonna take a dip (Cap D) The Beats to the starboard, the helms to the larboard Take our masts forward, she's never been harbored Hard over on the wheel, prepare to ram Shards for their keels, their lives be damned!