The woeful, morbid tale of one man, Captain Monty.
ashworth
zach adams
thin red line
perfect plane
creative acoustic
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Lyrics
Captain Monty was a fisherman of the Lady Renegade,
He set out every morning to earn his measly pay,
But he lost his motivation in the storms of '98,
Taking these tourists 'round Orcus Island is a pain,
There's no salmon in these parts no more, those damn Indians are to blame,
Not I,
Thought he with sunglasses hiding his tearful eyes,
Such a lonely man should never be despised,
The world is on it's way but I'm still here,
Sleeping through the waves in a home that's tied to a pier,
And I'll suffocate these old gills so you can be entertained...
