The Hook

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