Marc Almond. Gyp The Blood. Zeneszám

And here I sit
A cowardly boy
Adventure only dreams

A captain of
A pirate ship
A million crimson themes

I wish to be
Content you see
To take the softer seat

To summon gut
To play the slut
My bass drum for to beat

Hey!

Gyp the blood
Gyp the blood
Anchor in my heart
Skull and crossbones to the breeze
A heave ho to depart

But it happened that
There came a ghost
To visit on my soul

I coloured him
From picture books
With eyes as rich as gold

A ghost who would
Embody
All my sickly frame would be

A hero
And a challenger
Of heart and spirit free

Hey!

Gyp the blood
Gyp the blood
Anchor of my heart
Skull and crossbones to the breeze
A heave ho to depart

And gyp the blood
And I retook
The world upon our backs

And we drank from dawn
To dusk
How the warm breeze took our drags

For we had the reins
On europe we
Had our anger like a flame

The balls to fight
The system

And the nerve to win the game

Gyp the blood
Gyp the blood
Anchor of my heart
Skull and crossbones to the breeze
A heave ho to depart

So purity
I would spit upon
All saintly sights be damned

For it seems correct
To kill and steal
To be a proper man

I find myself
Full up with hate
To lose it on the world

An eye for deeds
Of darker shade
And a lip so wickedly curled

A skull encrusted
Captains hat
Fell down upon my brow

I gathered all
My hopes and schemes
All wisdom for to know

And rip the shirts
I wore around
My shoulders like a robe

Dark ermine trim
And tainted grin
Grim warnings to forbode

And all the love within me
Would be churned for something sour
My angels tongue ripped from my throat
And tortured by the hour

For I have no time to learn
For love wounds me with it's touch
May the gods take me a screaming
May the gods take me a screaming...

Gyp the blood
Gyp the blood
Anchor of my heart
Skull and crossbones to the breeze
A heave ho to depart

May the gods take me a screaming
May the gods take me a screaming...