Secretary - Five Severed Fingers Don't Make a Hand Lyrics

Take the helm! Avast ye, you've run me through for the last time
Here on out a an impulse shall decide the act of these hands
A promise and a plea can be heard from a wretch
Steady now before the crew becomes shipwrecked
Head towards the brightest star in the sky, that's where our new home shall lie
This place had better pick up, there will be no freeloaders on this cruise
Traitors and stowaways will be fitted for a noose
In the name of freedom upon this land, I claim this place (For our destruction
Take my hand)
Bind this gag! Double knot it, it fits quite well
Please spare our lives
You won't regret it kind sir
Quite frankly I'm flabbergasted at this journey's destination
This crew is in their prime
Last chance you dogs
Spill your guts!
You have but mere seconds left
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