Well the waves were breaking sharply
'cross the oaken brigantine
The misty air came up behind
And the sky was acid green
They called me Jean LaGa**e
I had just turned fifty three
The day I stood upon her deck
And put her out to sea
Sweet Anna Maria
Never More, Never more I'll see
When the thunder ripped across the bow
Well I crumbled where I stood
And I woke to find she'd kept me alive
With her final piece of wood
Don't speak to me in fancy language
I can't understand
Don't flash your pretty medals
Don't you take my blood red hand
Just tell me how you let us stray
Before the pirate's gun
And tell me how to find the man
Who k**ed my dearest one
Well he says she was U83
Some magical machine
Sent by Kaiser Willy
To the banks of the
Gonna find that wretched coward
Gonna break his front door down
Gonna wrap my hands around his neck
And put him in the ground