Off the Map Songtext
von Lagerstein

Holy shit, we′re off the map!
No rivers, no mountains, no footprint tracks
Three sheets to the wind has got us lost
Sailing over the ocean's falls we see our ships going down!

Take this drink right from my hand
I′ll steer us back to land
Before we go to the darker side of
This, this black hole, this abyss
I feel us sinking down
But with my crew I know that we can sail


To the edge of the sea
To see what may be
A wreckage so vast
Where men draw their last breath
We're off the map
There's no turning back
Brace up the sails and ride with me!

The mast is torn to shreds
We hang on by a thread
As shoes and beer bongs fly around me
Waves come crashing in
Our ship begins to spin
I′ll meet you on the other side and we′ll fly

To the edge of the sea
To see what may be
A wreckage so vast
Where men draw their last breath
We're off the map
There′s no turning back
Brace up the sails and ride with me!


Holding strong our determination growing
To make the day extra long
We strive to charge ahead
Our days of partying and piracy aren't dead