One, two, three
I feel like a pirate
Lost and alone, on the brink of despair
With so much to say but there's nobody waiting right there
To complain to
It's lonely
I'm so lonely
I feel like a pirate
Who's about to be publicly hung
The city cheers on the executioner
As he steals the last breath from my burning lungs
And I'm dead
Hey, thanks man
I feel like a pirate
Swabbing the deck at my low-paying job
The crew in the back is thinking, "What is her problem?"
There ain't one, there's a million
And this ain't fun
(It ain't fun)
I feel like a pirate
A liar, a cheater, and proud of it, a pirate
A bastard in every meaning of the word, a pirate
A swashbuckler, a motherfucker, a pirate
Just a pirate
Argh!
I feel like a pirate
Whose only joy is to sail the sea
Who stays out here 'cause there's nothing at home
Who lives in comfort that he is his own man
His own man
He is his own man
He owns that beard, man
And he's got no real plan
To live on his own, man
But that's no worse than
What he had waiting back on land
I feel like a pirate
I feel like a pirate
I feel like a pirate
Argh!