High register: Operational

In the land of the gauching skiving sun
Their bodies are in the room, lad
Never an honest days work is done
They call it the Tomblands

This times of the year you (know)
No, they're never gonna get me no
Never gonna get me no
Never gonna get me no

Fifteen holes in the dealer's chest
Yo ho ho he was a mini Martell man
Serve the girls and shovel up the rest
Pieces of eight in the jukebox
Oh, you know
Didn't wanna be the one to tell you
She was only fourteen
Sussed out your dirty sordid little scene

No, never gonna get me, no
They never gonna get me, no
They never gonna get me, no
They'll never gonna get me, no