Trips Songtext
von Marlon Williams

Hundreds and hundreds of miles still to go
′Til the next port of call
I can't believe that we ever set out
On this journey

I have it on good information
Our captain′s fading away
And I don't take loyalty lightly
But something's got to change

It′s not my fault, I was born this way
It′s nobody's fault I was born this way


Somebody shut up that, baby
His crying will ruin us all
Down in the galley the cooks are all whispering, "Murder"

I′ve just about had it to here with you all
I've just about had it to here with you all

I′ve just about had it to here with you all (I'm through with the pirate life now)
I′ve just about had it to here with you all (I'm free)

I've just about had it to here with you all (I′m through with the pirate life now)
I′ve just about had it to here with you all (I'm free)

I′ve just about had it to here with you all (I'm through with the pirate life now)
I′ve just about had it to here with you all (I'm free)

I′ve just about had it to here with you all (I'm through with the pirate life now)
I've just about had it to here with you all (I′m free)

I′ve just about had it to here with you all
I've just about...