You fell into our arms We're rotten fruit We're damaged goods What the hell, we've got nothing more to lose One gust and we will probably crumble We're backdrifters We tried but there was nothing we could do Nothing we could do This far but no further

Buckfast Powersmash! From Scotland's bonnie shores we set sail In search of alcohol, the drunkard's holy grail 'Cause a pirate's life is empty without booze The situation's dire, we've got nothing to lose To England we ride With vengeance on our minds

Call it what you want Call it what you want, yeah yeah call it what you want Yeah yeah I said just call it what you want, yeah yeah call it what you want We've got nothing to lose You better run and hide Yeah you've crossed the line I've got a knife