The Albatross It is an ancient mariner, who stoppeth one of three He killed the blessed Albatross when he was out to sea And the guilt it hangs around his neck, the same as you and me Poor old sailor who shot the gentle bird I don't know why he shot him, the silly gooney duck But if you shoot an Albatross, you sure are out of luck For forever ever after it will hang around your neck Poor old sailor who shot the gentle bird I also wear the Albatross, the bird of guilt I bear I shafted my best buddy, in a moment of despair And the guilt is always with me, in my dreams and everywhere Poor old sailor who shot the gentle bird But those that kill their thousands with Napalm in the street They live a good respected life and sleep an easy sleep They'd never shoot an Albatross, it isn't good to eat Poor old sailor who shot the gentle bird So never kill the gooney bird, or knife your loving kin And never burn a single soul, make sure it's more than ten And never do a stick up, but gouge the world of men And leave bad dreams to sailors who kill the gentle bird recorded by John and Tony SOF
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