We cast off and set sail from Dover
We head for the sun to Calais
We shall prevail, With two dozen ales
And a Drum of spice rum on the way
Brit invaders,Booze crusaders
We plundered the cheese ham and snide bread
The canvas replaced by the bars
Sunstroked and wishing we were dead
Our lobster skin's our calling card
Then from the shade, We surge for the stage
Sail to the east, For maidens and priests
At sun down, it's our town
We squandered our treasure in Deutchland
They danced for our pleasure in 'dam
Burned but alive,But we must survive
With noodles and old tins of spam
Stoned, broke, with sunstroke
Brit invaders, Booze crusaders
Two Glass Eyez Video (MV)
Performed By: Hospital of Death
Language: English
Length: 3:41
Written by: David Livett, Kevin Fleming, Shak Raza, Ste Bratt, Stuart Pendergast
Hospital of Death - Two Glass Eyez Lyrics
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We cast off and set sail from Dover
We head for the sun to Calais
We shall prevail, With two dozen ales
And a Drum of spice rum on the way
Brit invaders,Booze crusaders
We plundered the cheese ham and snide bread
The canvas replaced by the bars
Sunstroked and wishing we were dead
Our lobster skin's our calling card
Then from the shade, We surge for the stage
Sail to the east, For maidens and priests
At sun down, it's our town
We squandered our treasure in Deutchland
They danced for our pleasure in 'dam
Burned but alive,But we must survive
With noodles and old tins of spam
Stoned, broke, with sunstroke
Brit invaders, Booze crusaders
We head for the sun to Calais
We shall prevail, With two dozen ales
And a Drum of spice rum on the way
Brit invaders,Booze crusaders
We plundered the cheese ham and snide bread
The canvas replaced by the bars
Sunstroked and wishing we were dead
Our lobster skin's our calling card
Then from the shade, We surge for the stage
Sail to the east, For maidens and priests
At sun down, it's our town
We squandered our treasure in Deutchland
They danced for our pleasure in 'dam
Burned but alive,But we must survive
With noodles and old tins of spam
Stoned, broke, with sunstroke
Brit invaders, Booze crusaders
Writer: David Livett, Kevin Fleming, Shak Raza, Ste Bratt, Stuart Pendergast
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid