There are no more tales to be told! No more stories from battles of old! Now it seems our journey has come to an end! We are scraping the barrel my friend! For many a-year we have travelled the seas Singing songs about pirates and all their misdeeds!

And I don't believe him, morning is mocking me I can't control you, I don't know you well These are the reasons I think that you're ill And birds were singing to calm us down He wants to die in a lake in Geneva The mountains can cover the shape of his

The boys of the NYPD choir For Christmas day And the bells were ringing out Still singing "Galway Bay" It was Christmas Eve babe In the drunk tank An old man said to me, won't see another one And then he sang a song The Rare Old Mountain Dew

Lower than deep, oh Doing it wrong, oh Anywhere you want Singing along, oh I'm higher than high, oh And singing along, oh Did they tell you, you should grow up When you wanted to dream. Did they warn you, better shape up

Boat to an island on the wall Shooting season's open To be aware Future singing in the field A hand striking in slow motion To care, or not to care To be there In the distant and uncertain In an old Iberian hotel room

I believe they can take anything from me But they can't succeed in taking my inner peace They can say all they want to say about me But I'm gonna carry on Oh, yeah, oh huh I woke up this morning with a smile on my face Nobody's gonna bring me down today

Life of the party So I guess I’ll be the life Everybody singing along to my songs Taking my shots, throwing them back Acting like you ain’t gone But I don’t want em to know I’m all alone And I ain’t got nobody I don’t want em to see I'm dying inside

(Oh yeah) I'll be down by the river Waiting for the good Lord to pass my way Singing songs of joy on this lovely day I heard about this little tale long time ago But never had the faith to believe in my soul (yeah) Now mother sent to me three little

Waiting for your spaceship to land Singing to her belly just to let you know Somebody loves you, you got a friend Even if you don't know it yet Somebody loves you, we're making plans She been in the lab, cooking you up Damn, you growing fast, it's like

I should've been a cowboy I should've learned to rope and ride Stealin' the young girls' hearts Just like Gene and Roy Singin' those campfire songs Woah, I should've been a cowboy Wearin' my six-shooter, ridin' my pony on a cattle drive I bet you've