AT Age 19 I was kidnapped by Turkish pirates   Mediterranean thugs   After some torture they considered me their mascot   Cypriotic Good Luck   I had to taste the deck and many other things   I had to pay the piper with my wedding ring   And I would never see my family again       By 25 I was respected as an equal   My art was a knife   On countless raids I was the first one up the lanyard   Yeah I was seeking a fight   There is no time to pray   And there's no time to beg   And then it's off with an arm   Or it's off with a leg   And if I spare your life   It's because the tide is leaving       Oh yeah       By 31 I was the captain of a galleon   I was Poseidon's new son   The coast of Montenegro was my favorite target   It was ever so fun   We had no wooden legs   Or steel hooks   We had no black eye patches   Or a starving cook   We were just killers with the cold eyes of a sailor   Yeah we were killers with the cold eyes of a sailor