Video Drink Till Dawn de Skull Branded Pirates 2024 Lyrics Lyrics

Skull Branded Pirates - Drink Till Dawn Lyrics

A challenge by the sword is a challenge of your honour
And a challenge by the pistol is a challenge to the death
But the task we set before you throws a gauntlet to your gullet
Serves a summons to your stomach, imposition to your head
Test your metal with the masters throw the tankard down your maw
When you're drinking with the pirates better open up your jaw
We go drinking until dawn

The fire it has started, my belly is burning
And the acid of the lemon, guts wrenching and churning
Add the mix of the cinnamon, some water for water and rum. The rum!

The sun it has set, these hours are for slamming
No talking or balking, just man caterwauling
As they shout to the wench, that she causes unrest
In the crotches of all with her magnificent breasts
Drinking and drinking and drinking and drinking
No stopping, just glasses and chinking and chinking
The dawn never comes till this bar is drank dry
Many have failed, and most have died to try

When you drink until dawn
What will you do when the drinks passed to you
Will you crawl? Will you fall? Will your head hit the floor
When we drink until dawn

Shot after shot, there's no elegant way,
To blow chunks over sally, who’s a well travelled scally
She’ll ask you for payment for the loss of her trade
But a whore dressed in chunks is a whore in her place
Down a five pinter and swallow a yard
Not of ale, but of slops. “its not nice”. Drink it down
You're closer to breaking than the dawn is to you
So stop convulsing and shaking, ‘cos I know you’re a faking
He died, but he tried, his fits were not a lie
The tankards are stacking and my vision doth shake
The drink will take your life what will you stake

When we drink until the dawn, across the shadows of the night
Driving forwards, ever onwards till the break of morning light
When we drink until the dawn, raise your glasses up on high
To your brothers, to your crewmates
For tomorrow we may die

Nothing is left, not even the spitter
That was drank by the tramp who also drank from the shitter
The floor’s an inch deep in vomit and piss
‘Cos when three sheets to the wind then the pisser you miss
So set forth from the tavern start the drinking again
Yes this drunken nightmare never ends!