The kombucha mushroom people,
Sitting around all day,
Who could believe you,
Who could believe you,
Let your mother pray, (sugar)

Well I'm not there all the time you know
Some people, some people, some people,
Call it insane, yeah they call it insane, (sugar)
I play Russian roulette everyday, a man's sport,
With a bullet called life, yeah mama called life,(sugar)
You know that every time I try to go
Where I really want to be,
It's already where I am,
Cause I'm already dead!!!

The kombucha mushroom people,
Sitting around all day,
Who could believe you,
Who could believe you,
Let your mother pray, (sugar)

I got a gun the other day from Sako,
It's cute, small, fits right in my pocket,
Yeah, right in my pocket, (sugar)
My girl, you know, she lashes out at me sometimes,
And I just fucking kick her in the, ooh baby she's
O.K.(sugar)
People are always chasing me down,
Trying to push my face to the ground,
Where all they really want to do,
Is suck out my mother fucking brains,(sugar).

The kombucha mushroom people,
Sitting around all day,
Who could believe you,
Who could believe you,
Let your mother pray,

I sit, in my desolate room, no lights, no music,
Just sit there, I've killed everyone(listen to this reversed-he says something cool),
I'm away forever, but I'm feeling better,
What do I feel, What do I say,
Fuck you, it all goes away,
What do I feel, What do I say,
Fuck you, it all goes away,
How do I feel, What do I say,
In the end it all goes away,
How do I feel, What do I say,
In the end it all goes away,
How do I feel, What do I say,
In the end it all goes away,
How do I feel, What do I say,
In the end it all goes away,
How do I feel, What do I say,
In the end it all goes away,
How do I feel, What do I say,
In the end it all goes away,
In the end it all goes away,
In the end it all goes away,
In the end it all goes away,
In the end it all goes away.

The parchment turns as the quest begins. Brothers in arms with the blood of sin.
Minds ingrained upon the route, each and all our black hearts devout.
Hung or shot, stabbed or drowned. These pleasures make our world go 'round.
From behind a veil of power and pride we sat, enthroned amongst the slain.
And with the candor of unsung songs we laughed at all our shameless gains.
The hell we raised upon the seas. Cause of death and fear on the main.
Survived damnation and the tests of time. Now we're back for blood again!
Tempted by a nameless prize, and splendid riches of unspeakable size.
The feeling that grows with each the passing tides. To pilfer and plunder the guilt aside.
Back for the attack. To bring scurvy back! Your village, we'll ransack. All the loot that we'll pack.
Always ready for the attack. We're bringing scurvy back! You'll have no time to flee. There's only death at sea.
Fearing our attack. We're bringing scurvy back! Raising our ales tonight in honour of our fight.
Drink 'til we attack. We're bringing scurvy back! We'll thrash until we die!
'Til our ships burn to the sky! Killing for the attack. We're bringing scurvy back!