Lars Frederiksen And The Bastards

The Viking
Well how do you do My name is Lars I'm from Cambell California you might know that by now I'm of danish decent for that I'm proud see my father was a nomad i haven't seen him for awhile lost a brother still got a mother I aint motherless for some of you out there I know that might be hard to believe see I've been up and I've been down I've smiled and I've frowned I've made a every gesture that a young man can steal and I know that I'm married to the sea well I know I'm married to the sea you see some people are locked down man and some are free but I know that I'm married to the sea Well I've been rich I've been poor spend it all on whores got married and divorced to the girl thats next door stolen fast cars dated pop stars Songtextebeen around the world slept with underage women turned tricks for a thrill tried suicide but didn't die well I'm here to tell I don't know a heaven but I've made peace with hell been shot at been stabbed been beatin up real bad survived everything without being killed and I know I'm married to the sea and I know I'm married to the sea some people are locked down some are free and I know I'm married to the sea slept in fancy hotels eaten from garbage cans down every highway I grew into a man see my best friend die right before my eyes aborted a baby and shed on my tears been strung out on pills slammed my share of dope yea I drank all your booze man and I snorted your coke I've been loved I've been hated to me its all the same embraced by a lover your cursing my name and I know I'm married to the sea and I know I'm married to the sea some people are locked down man and some are free and I know I'm married to the sea and I know I'm married to the sea and I know I'm married to the sea some people are locked down and some are free and I know I'm married to the sea I'm married to the sea you see the great big ocean well thats for me Sorry ladies I'm married to the sea I'm married to the sea I'm married to the sea but I'm free yea I'm free Aus Songtexte Mania