I am the captain of the Pinta, Nina and Santa Maria.
Follow me and we'll toast to our accomplishments with a bit of Sangria.
Demolishing the white waves by pouring oil, fire, and blood.
We sail on our demises, flying by on what we despise.
Dreaming, oh yes we’ve been dreaming.
Thinking what the fishes would say if we could see them.
What the mothers of our lands would say if we were with them.
How to save the damsel in distress, and how’d we treat them.
I know that the world meagerly survives on the droplets of water
Though it creates life it can be the destroyer.
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