paroles de chanson Drawn and Quartered - Ye Banished Privateers

Long gone merrily up high
In hell our fiddler's swinging
Long gone! Hanging in the sky
His neck in tightrope wringing (Quaaaa-aaa-rtered)
And drawn be his intestines!
Quaaaa-aaa-rtered (Hang him from the skies)
Quaaaa-aaa-rtered (have him disemboweled)
Quaaaa-aaa-rtered (cut him up in quarters)
And drawn be his intestines!
Short drop choke him for a while
A dancing, dangling pirate
Take him while he's still alive
And cut off all his privates (Quaaaa-aaa-rtered)
And drawn be his intestines!
Quaaaa-aaa-rtered (Hang him from the skies)
Quaaaa-aaa-rtered (have him disemboweled)
Quaaaa-aaa-rtered (cut him up in quarters)
And drawn be his intestines!
Paid your heinous aweful crimes
They broke off all your fingers
No more beautiful rhymes
Your parting song, were singing (Quaaaa-aaa-rtered)
And drawn be his intestines!
Quaaaa-aaa-rtered (Hang him from the skies)
Quaaaa-aaa-rtered (have him disemboweled)
Quaaaa-aaa-rtered (cut him up in quarters)
And drawn be his intestines!
Buried soon below, below
Our crippled fiddler swungen
Where no flowers ever grow
No priest or people sungen (Quaaaa-aaa-rtered)
And drawn be his intestines!
Quaaaa-aaa-rtered (Hang him from the skies)
Quaaaa-aaa-rtered (have him disemboweled)
Quaaaa-aaa-rtered (cut him up in quarters)
And drawn be his intestines!