Next time out to sea bring enough soil to bury me
For I don't want my final jig in the belly of a squid
Next time out to sea bring enough soil to bury me
For I don't want my final jig in the belly of a squid
Take my trousers take my shirt just give me that sweet dirt
For the water's cold and grim and I never did learn to swim
No her love never set me free so I set off for the ocean
Now in my dreams she comes to me whispering of peace
But I've known since the day that we sailed for santiago
Her dry embrace would kiss my face no never, no more
The sea is a cruel mistress
Yeah the sea is a cruel mistress
Many moons to the day that I threw her love away
Now every whale spouts, go to hell
As the wind laughs in my face
I've grown harder on the eyes and salty on the taste
My pride has gone with the wake as I wait a cold wet grave
I rose to the smell of a wet desert hell
And I thought to myself how'd I wind up in this jail
Till a voice called to me from deep within the sea
Dry your eyes my dear fisherman your ass belongs to me
The sea is a cruel mistress
Yeah the sea is a cruel mistress
The earth will rest my bones lord I know, lord I know
But I'll see you when I get home from the cold, yeah from the cold
No her love never set me free so I set off for the ocean
Now in my dreams she comes to me whispering of peace
But I've known since the day that we sailed for santiago
Her dry embrace would kiss my face no never, no more
The sea is a cruel mistress
The sea is a cruel mistress
Next time out to sea bring enough soil to bury me
For I don't want my final jig in the belly of a squid
Next time out to sea bring enough soil to bury me
For in my dreams she comes to me whispering of peace
Next time out to sea bring enough soil to bury me
For I don't want my final jig in the belly of a squid
Cruel Mistress Video (MV)
Performed By: Flogging Molly
Language: English
Length: 2:58
Written by: BRIDGET A REGAN, DAVID R KING, DENNIS CASEY, GEORGE EDWARD SCHWINDT, MATTHEW A HENSLEY, NATHEN MAXWELL, ROBERT ANTHONY SCHMIDT
Flogging Molly - Cruel Mistress Lyrics
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English
Next time out to sea bring enough soil to bury me
For I don't want my final jig in the belly of a squid
Next time out to sea bring enough soil to bury me
For I don't want my final jig in the belly of a squid
Take my trousers take my shirt just give me that sweet dirt
For the water's cold and grim and I never did learn to swim
No her love never set me free so I set off for the ocean
Now in my dreams she comes to me whispering of peace
But I've known since the day that we sailed for santiago
Her dry embrace would kiss my face no never, no more
The sea is a cruel mistress
Yeah the sea is a cruel mistress
Many moons to the day that I threw her love away
Now every whale spouts, go to hell
As the wind laughs in my face
I've grown harder on the eyes and salty on the taste
My pride has gone with the wake as I wait a cold wet grave
I rose to the smell of a wet desert hell
And I thought to myself how'd I wind up in this jail
Till a voice called to me from deep within the sea
Dry your eyes my dear fisherman your ass belongs to me
The sea is a cruel mistress
Yeah the sea is a cruel mistress
The earth will rest my bones lord I know, lord I know
But I'll see you when I get home from the cold, yeah from the cold
No her love never set me free so I set off for the ocean
Now in my dreams she comes to me whispering of peace
But I've known since the day that we sailed for santiago
Her dry embrace would kiss my face no never, no more
The sea is a cruel mistress
The sea is a cruel mistress
Next time out to sea bring enough soil to bury me
For I don't want my final jig in the belly of a squid
Next time out to sea bring enough soil to bury me
For in my dreams she comes to me whispering of peace
Next time out to sea bring enough soil to bury me
For I don't want my final jig in the belly of a squid
For I don't want my final jig in the belly of a squid
Next time out to sea bring enough soil to bury me
For I don't want my final jig in the belly of a squid
Take my trousers take my shirt just give me that sweet dirt
For the water's cold and grim and I never did learn to swim
No her love never set me free so I set off for the ocean
Now in my dreams she comes to me whispering of peace
But I've known since the day that we sailed for santiago
Her dry embrace would kiss my face no never, no more
The sea is a cruel mistress
Yeah the sea is a cruel mistress
Many moons to the day that I threw her love away
Now every whale spouts, go to hell
As the wind laughs in my face
I've grown harder on the eyes and salty on the taste
My pride has gone with the wake as I wait a cold wet grave
I rose to the smell of a wet desert hell
And I thought to myself how'd I wind up in this jail
Till a voice called to me from deep within the sea
Dry your eyes my dear fisherman your ass belongs to me
The sea is a cruel mistress
Yeah the sea is a cruel mistress
The earth will rest my bones lord I know, lord I know
But I'll see you when I get home from the cold, yeah from the cold
No her love never set me free so I set off for the ocean
Now in my dreams she comes to me whispering of peace
But I've known since the day that we sailed for santiago
Her dry embrace would kiss my face no never, no more
The sea is a cruel mistress
The sea is a cruel mistress
Next time out to sea bring enough soil to bury me
For I don't want my final jig in the belly of a squid
Next time out to sea bring enough soil to bury me
For in my dreams she comes to me whispering of peace
Next time out to sea bring enough soil to bury me
For I don't want my final jig in the belly of a squid
Writer: BRIDGET A REGAN, DAVID R KING, DENNIS CASEY, GEORGE EDWARD SCHWINDT, MATTHEW A HENSLEY, NATHEN MAXWELL, ROBERT ANTHONY SCHMIDT
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management