Mariner
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We are two mariners
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A ship's sole survivors
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In this belly of a whale
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Its ribs are ceiling beams
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Its guts are carpeting
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I guess we have some time to kill
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You may not remember me
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I was a child of three
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And you a lad of eighteen
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But I remember you
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And I will relate to you
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How our histories interweave
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At the time you were a rake and a roustabout
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Spending all your money on the whores and hounds. Ohh-oh
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You had a charming air
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All cheap and debonair
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My widowed mother found so sweet
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And so she took you in
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Her sheets still warm with him
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Now filled with filth and foul disease
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As time wore on you proved a debt-ridden, drunken mess
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Leaving my mother a poor, consumptive wretch. Ohh-oh
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And then you disappeared
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Your gambling arrears
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The only thing you left behind
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And then the magistrate
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Reclaimed our small estate
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And my poor mother lost her mind
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Then one day in spring my dear, sweet mother died
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But before she did I took her hand as she dying cried, Ohh-oh
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Find him
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Bind him
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Tie him to a pole and break his fingers to splinters
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Drag him to a hole until he wakes up, naked
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Clawing at the ceiling of his grave
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It took me fifteen years
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To swallow all my tears
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Among the urchins in the streets
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Until a priory
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Took pity and hired me
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To keep their vestry nice and neat
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But never once in the employ of these holy men
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Did I ever take my mind from the thought of revenge. Ohh-oh
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One night I overheard
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The prior exchanging word
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With a penitent whaler from the sea
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The captain of his ship
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Who matched you toe to tip
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Was known for wanton cruelty
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The following day I shipped to sea with a privateer
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And in the whistle of the wind I could almost hear, Ohh-oh
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Find him
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Bind him
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Tie him to a pole and break his fingers to splinters
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Drag him to a hole until he wakes up, naked
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Clawing at the ceiling of his grave
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There is one thing I must say to you
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As you sail across the sea
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Always, your mother will watch over you
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As you avenge this wicked deed
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(Pirate-y instrumental)
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And then that fateful night
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We had you in our sight
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After twenty months at sea
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Your starboard flank abeam
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I was getting my muskets clean
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When came this rumbling from beneath
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The ocean shook, the sky went black and the captain quailed
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And before us grew the angry jaws of a giant whale
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Ohhhh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-ohhhh
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Don't know how I survived
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The crew all was chewed alive
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I must have slipped between its teeth
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But, oh, what providence
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What divine intelligence
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That you should survive as well as me
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It gives my heart great joy to see your eyes fill with fear
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To lean in close and I will whisper the last words you'll hear, Ohh-oh
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(Increasingly intensifying revenge-taking)
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