Original lyrics
ENMy sail is full of wind
An end to all my suffering
There’s land ahoy
The whores are waiting full of joy
The clap it waits behind those doors
Syphilis in every whore
10 Years later I’ll be mad
But I’ll drink now and not be sad
Death waits for us as a friend
I’m looking forward to the end
This life’s a joke so make haste
It’s all in such bad taste
Well each old sailor knows his fate
The grim reaper makes a date
On the sea you wait for death
It’s just your time till your ship’s wrecked
We will drink fuck our whores
Time out soon we know for sure
With gonorrhoea these whores infect
But soon we’ll take the sea as breath
This life’s a joke so make haste
It’s all in such bad taste
