The skeleton lay there upon the sea bed.
It was all on its own but had no head.

Not liking the thought of being this way
His mind wandered back to another day.

A time when his body possessed a head;
very much alive and was not yet dead.
When upon the Madame Guillotine he lay
waiting the blade to fall and end his day.
With head separated from his body
his poor carcass was thrown into the sea

Not liking the thought of being this way
His mind wandered back to another day.

A time when a ship had drawn alongside,
blasting his galleon with a broadside.
When the Kings sailors had clambered aboard
and all of his men were put to the sword.
He alone was kept alive to be tried
by the courts, when back in France he arrived

Not liking the thought of being this way
His mind wandered back to another day.

To a time when he was king of the sea,
and a Captain with power and majesty.
Sailing the seven seas with a rum crew:
Free, with no one telling him what to do.
Master of all and rider of wind and wave
pirating, sending others to their grave

He relished the thought of being this way
and tried not to go to another day.