[Intro] (Drunken accordion, distant gulls, tavern crowd humming) Oi lads… Whose bloody idea was it To raid a merchant ship on a Sunday? I had plans. [Verse 1] I wake beneath the cannon smoke Nails of salt in coats near broke Fog rolls thick round splintered piers Old men laugh through bitter beers Seagulls scrape the iron mast Every storm feels built to last Captain bangs his rusted mug “Move ye dogs!” through smoke and slush [Pre-Chorus] Standin’ soaked beneath black skies Tired bones and bloodshot eyes All this glory sounds so grand But feels like chains and frozen sand [Chorus] Plunder and rob! Plunder and rob! Every bloody Saturday It’s plunder and rob! Stealin’ gold and sinking fleets While the shoreline fades to fog No rest for weary sailor souls Just plunder and rob! [Verse 2] Samovar glow in tavern light Thunder crawls across the night Accordion breathes low and thin Nobody asks where we have been Drunken fiddle weeps at sea Broken boots and splintered knees Yearning just for one calm shore Yet dawn still drags us back to war [Bridge] (Spoken over slow accordion) “Captain… respectfully… Could we perhaps postpone the raid Until Monday morning?” (Silence) “...No.” [Instrumental Break] (Fast fiddle and balalaika dance section, stomping percussion, tavern chants) [Final Chorus] Sea spray freezing on the rails Under lanterns pale and frail Crew all curse the endless tide Knives and coins at every side Still we sail where dead winds cry Plunder and rob! Plunder and rob! Dreaming of a quiet shore But still we plunder and rob! Gold in pockets, holes in boots Frozen hearts beneath the fog No retirement plan at sea Just plunder and rob! [Outro] (Choir drunkenly fading out) Plunder… and rob… Plunder… and rob… (accordion trails off into waves)
