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I still can't believe the captain made us leaveTen PM New Year's Eve we cast off together but we ring it in aloneBreathe -- I wear my anger on my sleeve, but blood and salt and inkDon't fight against the weather, though they're all wrapped around my bones like skinAnd with my tasks under my thumbAnd a flask filled up with ginA pen and a clear conscienceYo-ho-ho and a bottle of rumWe climb aboard like true believers to lifted by the trekWe dive down deep and breathe the sea, but we've got ropes around our necksOur souls are torn, our ears are bleeding -- they've been cut apart by liesWe're cursed and blamed and made ashamed every time one of theirs dies at seaBut I've got tales to be believed, and we've got our secrets to keepAnd I'll trust no-one unless there's nothing left but boneBecause when one of us dies, he dies aloneThey call us pirates, but we call ourselves optimisticThey send out their sirens, but we steer clear and they stay distantWe never even got the chance to wipe the blood off of our handsWe open our windows and let their shining eyes peer inWe welcome them, friend after friend, as they step through the doorWe stole from them stories to tell and we tell them and tell them and grinSongtexteAnd as we usher them out, well their ffaces were friendly no moreAnd now, they've got their hands outstretched and waiting, and with tension in their chestsWe spit our fictions out straight-faced, but with our intentions bentThe swelling belly of the beast is where we keep our secretsOh, sweet salvation when it splits and sets free all my reservations and regretsThey call us pirates, but we call ourselves pioneersWe blaze the trails they take in hell, and we've been doing it for yearsThey call us pirates, but we call ourselves troubadoursWe tell them tales of great white whales and deep sea things that came beforeAnd we believe wholeheartedly in our charts and in our mapsEach time we breathe they fear our siege, but they ain't seen nothing yet.And when we meet they all agree to spill out blood, however blackThey spit and scream, they call us thieves -- damn right, we take hearts and we don't give 'em backThey call us pirates, but we call ourselves debonaireA flash of smile is baring teeth, we tell them things that they believeSure as the sea's deep, they call us friendsThe ones that always let you down, the ones that always sell you out, the ones that always disappoint you in the end Aus Songtexte Mania