Gillette Syndrome, Seth Hauschild, Steven Skinner - Drink Till We're Dead Lyrics

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I've sailed on the pond and I've crossed through the ditch
Waters were rough just the thought makes me sick
Sacking port after port in the med for a bit
But it's home that I wish so it's in solace I sit

And we'll toast to the wind
And we'll toast to the sea
And let's drink, let's drink till we're dead
Though we're far from the states
I'm right here with my mates
And let's drink, oh let's drink till we're dead

We'll pack dabs full with our hope and our grit
See women so fair that our pots won't forget
With a crew full of friends that just don't give a shit
We'll drink oh we'll drink till we're dead

And we'll toast to the wind
And we'll toast to the sea
And let's drink, let's drink till we're dead
Though we're far from the states
I'm right here with my mates
And let's drink, oh let's drink till we're dead

When the anthem he calls and the old man commits
The pirates attack and they flee
We'll leave shore to our backs
And to self we will roam
So toss back a pint
And let's drink to the foam

And we'll toast to the wind
And we'll toast to the sea
And let's drink, let's drink till we're dead
Though we're far from the states
I'm right here with my mates
And let's drink, and we'll drink till we're dead
And let's drink, and we'll drink till we're dead