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• Artiste: Prima
• Titre: Set Watch, Mr. Chase
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Ship's leaving the bay Sailing south for the cape To drink the blood of the deep All hands at the bow! There's a monster alas Steaming straight for the hull Hold fast We're going down by the stern The Captain might have lost his hand But he's still got a steady hand Because the course was set And the crew won't rest Until we make it back to providence Aground three thousand miles from the coast Dispatched to the Pacific's will We charted east and manned the boats With sixty-five days to kill Dear Chase, will these eyes live to see the sun of eighteen-twenty-one? God's speed to the wives and kids we leave All the dead sailors sleeping soundly in the sea They laugh and scoff at our mates attempts of reckoning Standing stagnant in the midst of the equator A cousin dreads but begs of me a favor Would you abandon all your righteous ways To gut the body of a fellow who's been starving for days? Woah, woah, woah No, no, no Because I cant, but I must Eat your flesh Still twisting the twine Feigning hope of a sign That there's a chance to survive Stop clutching the bones Of the brother's you've lost Because there's a sail to the east Hold fast The mast beckons us home