Song | Surf Squid Warfare |
Artist | Alestorm |
Album | Sunset on the Golden Age (Limited Edition) |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
I come to you from another time | |
With a message that everyone must die | |
At the hand of undead squids from space | |
They‘ll crush your skull and smash your face | |
We saved the past from vikings | |
Now the future is unclear | |
We must travel through time again | |
And save the world with beer | |
We‘re class! You‘re not! | |
Let‘s kill some squids and make them rot | |
With pirate powered murder skills | |
The future‘s where we get our thrills | |
A shot to the heart with a flintlock gun | |
And mash their brains with a bottle of rum | |
We‘re class! You‘re not! | |
From the past we have returned | |
We‘re here to make those bastards burn tonight | |
Fueled by rum and lust to kill | |
We have the power and the will to fight | |
Hey Marty, it‘s your kids | |
They get devoured by undead squids | |
Lest the world be torn asunder | |
To the future we must plunder! | |
We‘re class! You‘re not! | |
Let‘s kill some squids and make them rot | |
With pirate powered murder skills | |
The future‘s where we get our thrills | |
A shot to the heart with a flintlock gun | |
And mash their brains with a bottle of rum | |
We‘re class! You‘re not! |
I come to you from another time | |
With a message that everyone must die | |
At the hand of undead squids from space | |
They' ll crush your skull and smash your face | |
We saved the past from vikings | |
Now the future is unclear | |
We must travel through time again | |
And save the world with beer | |
We' re class! You' re not! | |
Let' s kill some squids and make them rot | |
With pirate powered murder skills | |
The future' s where we get our thrills | |
A shot to the heart with a flintlock gun | |
And mash their brains with a bottle of rum | |
We' re class! You' re not! | |
From the past we have returned | |
We' re here to make those bastards burn tonight | |
Fueled by rum and lust to kill | |
We have the power and the will to fight | |
Hey Marty, it' s your kids | |
They get devoured by undead squids | |
Lest the world be torn asunder | |
To the future we must plunder! | |
We' re class! You' re not! | |
Let' s kill some squids and make them rot | |
With pirate powered murder skills | |
The future' s where we get our thrills | |
A shot to the heart with a flintlock gun | |
And mash their brains with a bottle of rum | |
We' re class! You' re not! |
I come to you from another time | |
With a message that everyone must die | |
At the hand of undead squids from space | |
They' ll crush your skull and smash your face | |
We saved the past from vikings | |
Now the future is unclear | |
We must travel through time again | |
And save the world with beer | |
We' re class! You' re not! | |
Let' s kill some squids and make them rot | |
With pirate powered murder skills | |
The future' s where we get our thrills | |
A shot to the heart with a flintlock gun | |
And mash their brains with a bottle of rum | |
We' re class! You' re not! | |
From the past we have returned | |
We' re here to make those bastards burn tonight | |
Fueled by rum and lust to kill | |
We have the power and the will to fight | |
Hey Marty, it' s your kids | |
They get devoured by undead squids | |
Lest the world be torn asunder | |
To the future we must plunder! | |
We' re class! You' re not! | |
Let' s kill some squids and make them rot | |
With pirate powered murder skills | |
The future' s where we get our thrills | |
A shot to the heart with a flintlock gun | |
And mash their brains with a bottle of rum | |
We' re class! You' re not! |