At age 19 I was kidnapped by Turkish pirates
Mediterranean thugs
After some torture they considered me their mascot
Cypriotic Good Luck
I had to taste the deck and many other things
I had to pay the piper with my wedding ring
And I would never see my family again
By 25 I was respected as an equal
My art was a knife
On countless raids I was the first one up the lanyard
Yeah, I was seeking a fight
There is no time to pray and there`s no time to beg
And then it`s off with an arm or it`s off with a leg
And if I spare your life, it`s because the tide is leaving
Oh yeah
By 31 I was the captain of a galleon
I was Poseidon`s new son
The coast of Montenegro was my favorite target
It was ever so fun
We had no wooden legs or steel hooks
We had no black eye patches or a starving cook
We were just killers with the cold eyes of a sailor
Yeah, we were killers with the cold eyes of a sailor