GALLIONS DUEL
[JACK SPARROW – VERSE 1] Well now—hello there, barnacle king of the deep, Tentacles tangled, can’t tell if you blink or you sleep. I dance with disaster, I grin when I’m sunk, Luck kisses my compass, even drunker than drunk. You command the abyss? Cute trick, scary tone— But fear’s just a rumor when I’m overthrown. I steal from the odds, I flirt with the noose, I win by losing—yeah, that’s my excuse. You’ve got curses and chains and a locker to rent, I’ve got freedom in pockets that were never meant. So raise your claw, blow your pipe, sound the doom— I’ll toast to tomorrow while you rot in a tomb. [DAVEY JONES – VERSE 1, gravelly, sung-spoken] You mock the sea that remembers your sins, Every debt ever owed—the ocean wins. I am the toll of the endless night, The drumbeat heart of the storm’s birthright. You barter with fate like it’s dice in a cup, But the deep keeps receipts—your time’s almost up. Your charm’s just foam on a merciless tide, I am the law where the living collide. Kneel to the depths, hear the Kraken hum— Your luck runs dry when the reckoning’s come. [HOOK – On a blackened tide where the damned all roam, Steel meets soul on the Devil’s foam. Clash of fate, hear the ocean groan— Two legends rise, only one goes home. [JACK SPARROW – VERSE 2] Careful, calamari—your bass drops heavy, But I moonwalk storms like they owe me a levy. I’ve kissed death twice, sent it flowers and gin, It writes me back like, “Jack… we’ll try this again.” You rule by dread; I rule by surprise, A wink beats a threat when the cannon smoke flies. Your heart’s in a box—talk about fragile plans, Mine’s everywhere, mostly stuck to my hands. I sail by wit, by myth, by mess, By the art of escape and a beautiful guess. So blow your conch—watch the horizon part, I’m already gone with your crew’s favorite chart. [DAVEY JONES – VERSE 2, I am the undertow dragging truth to the keel, Your tricks are paper in the pressure of steel. The sea sings orders; I answer in scars, You chase applause from the flickering stars. I’ve weighed a thousand souls—your balance is thin, Every grin you gamble is interest on sin. Bow to the fathoms, feel judgment descend, No joke buys mercy when the oceans amend. [BREAKDOWN CREW: Who owns the tide? JONES: I do. CREW: Who cheats the noose? JACK: …Also me. CREW: Who walks away? BOTH: We’ll see. [FINAL HOOK CREW On a blackened tide where the damned all roam, Sing it loud till the timbers groan. Clash of fate, let the cannons moan— Two legends rise… only one goes home.
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[JACK SPARROW – VERSE 1] Well now—hello there, barnacle king of the deep, Tentacles tangled, can’t tell if you blink or you sleep. I dance with disaster, I grin when I’m sunk, Luck kisses my compass, even drunker than drunk. You command the abyss? Cute trick, scary tone— But fear’s just a rumor when I’m overthrown. I steal from the odds, I flirt with the noose, I win by losing—yeah, that’s my excuse. You’ve got curses and chains and a locker to rent, I’ve got freedom in pockets that were never meant. So raise your claw, blow your pipe, sound the doom— I’ll toast to tomorrow while you rot in a tomb. [DAVEY JONES – VERSE 1, gravelly, sung-spoken] You mock the sea that remembers your sins, Every debt ever owed—the ocean wins. I am the toll of the endless night, The drumbeat heart of the storm’s birthright. You barter with fate like it’s dice in a cup, But the deep keeps receipts—your time’s almost up. Your charm’s just foam on a merciless tide, I am the law where the living collide. Kneel to the depths, hear the Kraken hum— Your luck runs dry when the reckoning’s come. [HOOK – On a blackened tide where the damned all roam, Steel meets soul on the Devil’s foam. Clash of fate, hear the ocean groan— Two legends rise, only one goes home. [JACK SPARROW – VERSE 2] Careful, calamari—your bass drops heavy, But I moonwalk storms like they owe me a levy. I’ve kissed death twice, sent it flowers and gin, It writes me back like, “Jack… we’ll try this again.” You rule by dread; I rule by surprise, A wink beats a threat when the cannon smoke flies. Your heart’s in a box—talk about fragile plans, Mine’s everywhere, mostly stuck to my hands. I sail by wit, by myth, by mess, By the art of escape and a beautiful guess. So blow your conch—watch the horizon part, I’m already gone with your crew’s favorite chart. [DAVEY JONES – VERSE 2, I am the undertow dragging truth to the keel, Your tricks are paper in the pressure of steel. The sea sings orders; I answer in scars, You chase applause from the flickering stars. I’ve weighed a thousand souls—your balance is thin, Every grin you gamble is interest on sin. Bow to the fathoms, feel judgment descend, No joke buys mercy when the oceans amend. [BREAKDOWN CREW: Who owns the tide? JONES: I do. CREW: Who cheats the noose? JACK: …Also me. CREW: Who walks away? BOTH: We’ll see. [FINAL HOOK CREW On a blackened tide where the damned all roam, Sing it loud till the timbers groan. Clash of fate, let the cannons moan— Two legends rise… only one goes home.
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