New Sins for Old Words and music by Leslie Fish © 1987-05-14G C G D Oh, what's the use of this looting and pillaging, G C G D Swinging my ray‑gun through blood, guts, and gore? C G A D Raping and robbing and boozing grow boring; G C D G The life of a pirate's no fun anymore. G C No fun anymore, no fun anymore, D D7 G It's only a job, it's no fun anymore. Always the same: all the planning and ambushing, Pouncing, attacking, and hauling away, The whoring and boozing and passing out afterwards‑‑ It's getting monotonous, day after day. Day after day, day after day, It's boring as Hell, fighting day after day. I've bounced in more beds than there's hairs on my you‑know‑what. I've bred enough bastards to crew my own ship. I've never had time to stay home and raise one of 'em, So what will I have when I've emptied my clip? Emptied my clip, emptied my clip, Who'll call me "Dad" when I've emptied my clip? I've got an itch to go do something different: Get a good farm and a nice buxom bride. Raise some tall crops and a lot of fat babies. Complacency's one sin that I've never tried! I've never tried, I've never tried, Playing Good Citizen I've never tried!