DeadMen

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It’s true about that small detail
that dead men do indeed tell no tales
Not for the happiest laughter
Or for the saddest wails

Through sailing straight, good, and true
Through staying the course
Through the whole ocean blue
Through heave ho and yo ho too

Through snakes tongues and spiked shells
And drinks all around with dirty nails
Through dice games and nice names
And new friends abound with cannon slings

But in the end there’s a cost must be paid
For that what we want the most

A cost that is high and that will cut deep
And be made to fester within the salty host.

So go explore the world
Chase that what your heart does most desire
Wear out your body and your money
Before everything about you does expire

Because what they say is surely true

Dead men tell no tales and neither will you.

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