Track · Aug 25, 2026 · English
RUM FOR THE LAST SAIL
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[Intro – slow blues guitar, heavy organ]
[Captain – gravelly]
Bring up the barrels, boys.
The good ones.
If tomorrow wants our blood…
Tonight gets our rum.
[Crew – laughter]
[Verse 1]
No harbor wants our battered hull,
No kingdom wants our name.
Every port has barred its doors,
Every crown cries shame.
The Devil knows the flag we fly,
The dead still haunt our trail.
But tonight we’ll drink beneath the moon
And toast another sail.
Pass the bottle down the deck,
Fill every bastard’s cup.
If dawn intends to bury us—
Tonight we’re drinking up.
[Pre-Chorus]
[Captain]
To the ones we’ve lost!
[Crew]
WE DRINK!
[Captain]
To the bastards still aboard!
[Crew]
WE DRINK!
[Captain]
And whatever comes tomorrow—
[Crew]
LET IT FUCKING COME!
[Chorus – gang shanty, roaring organ]
RUM FOR THE LAST SAIL!
POUR IT DEEP AND POUR IT STRONG!
IF TOMORROW SENDS US STRAIGHT TO HELL,
TONIGHT WE SING OUR SONG!
RUM FOR THE LAST SAIL!
RAISE YOUR CUP WITH ME!
WE CAME BACK FROM THE LAND OF DEATH—
NOW DRINK TO THE OPEN SEA!
[Heavy blues riff – organ answers]
[Verse 2]
Old scars traded ‘round the fire,
Old lies we’ve told before.
Who stole gold from a governor,
Who woke beside a whore.
We laughed until the deckhands cried,
The captain damn near fell.
Someone yelled, “We’re already damned!”
[Crew]
THEN POUR A ROUND FOR HELL!
The moon hung red above the mast,
Black sails rolled behind.
For one damn night no kings existed,
No death upon our minds.
Just brothers on a wooden deck,
Still wild, alive, and free.
[Pre-Chorus]
[Captain]
What’s our kingdom?
[Crew]
THIS SHIP!
[Captain]
What’s our fortune?
[Crew]
THIS CREW!
[Captain]
What do we need?
[Crew]
RUM AND THE FUCKING SEA!
[Chorus – gang vocals]
RUM FOR THE LAST SAIL!
LET THAT DAMNED OLD ORGAN CRY!
WE’LL DRINK UNTIL THE MORNING COMES
BENEATH THE BLOODY SKY!
RUM FOR THE LAST SAIL!
LET TOMORROW BRING THE FIGHT!
EVERY BASTARD HERE STILL BREATHES—
SO WE FUCKING DRINK TONIGHT!
[Breakdown – heavy organ into slow dubstep]
[Captain – spoken]
Maybe tomorrow brings treasure.
Maybe it brings Hell.
Maybe Hell finds us first.
But tonight?
Tonight we’re still pirates.
[Massive bass drop]
[Crew – rhythmic]
DRINK!
[Drop]
SING!
[Organ]
LIVE!
[Drop]
FREE!
BLACK!
FLAG!
ON!
THE!
SEA!
[Bridge – drunken sea-shanty]
Ohhhh, pass the rum around!
Ohhhh, let the bottles sound!
For every brother lost below,
And every bastard yet to go—
Raise it high beneath the sail!
[Crew]
RUM FOR THE LAST SAIL!
[Final Chorus – full band, massive organ]
RUM FOR THE LAST SAIL!
ONE MORE NIGHT OF BROTHERHOOD!
LET DEATH COME KNOCKING AT OUR HULL—
WE’LL GREET THE BASTARD GOOD!
RUM FOR THE LAST SAIL!
BLACK FLAG ON THE SEA!
[Captain]
To the crew!
[Crew]
TO THE CREW!
[Captain]
To tomorrow!
[Crew]
FUCK TOMORROW!
[Outro – organ fading]
[Captain]
Save one bottle, boys.
We’re gonna need it.
Style
slow pirate southern bluesheavy haunted organcrushing riffsgravelly captaindrunken shantiesdark dubstepenglish
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Tankitall
TankitallGeneratedAug 25, 2026
ModelZona