Drunk Death Dealerz

We wander from port to
port.
something to feed the
hunger is what we're looking
for.

It burns inside screaming
to get out.
it demands to be
fed.

quickly boys let's spread
our grasp on this town.
let's
show these prudes the tripple D
dont mess around.

We'll take
their booze,goods and women then
burn down city hall.
before the
nights over we'll burn it
all.


The blood on my hands
are not my own.
it's from the
townsfolk I have known.
bring the
hotdogs and hamburgers gimme a
brew.
This is the drunk death
dealerz' barbaque.


every
murderer, reaver, thieves and
rougues
we invite them into our
own.

those who don't join us in
our hunger.
die in the flames
with their neihbors.

This
appetite for destruction
has made
us kings of the sea

don't even
bother to cry for help
girls.
were teh tripple D and
this is our world.

The blood on
my hands are not my own.
it's
from the townsfolk I have
known.
bring the hotdogs and
hamburgers gimme a brew.
This is
the drunk death dealerz' barbaque.