Treasure Island Lyrics - Running Wild

Squire Trelawny and Dr. Livesay having asked me, Jim Hawkins, 

to tell everybody the whole tale about the 'Island', 

Flint's treasure and Mr. Silver. 

Keeping nothing back but its position and that only, 

because the major part of the treasure has not been lifted yet. 

I personally think we would never have begun this adventure 

and set course with the 'Hispaniola', if we had known 

what would happen and that some of us would never return, 

having lost their lives. Sometimes the whole story haunts dreams 

and brings me the worst nightmares I ever had. 

That's when I hear the cries of the fallen, 

the waves pounding the rocks on the coast and Captain Flint's 

raw voice screaming: 'Pieces of eight! Pieces of eight! Hahahah!'. 

And I tell you, no oxen and wain ropes will ever take me 

back to 'Treasure Island'! 

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Mr. Bones is fighting 'Black Dog' 

He want to split him to the chine 

'Blind Pew' the bringer of the spot 

Horse-hooves trampling his spine 

We have the map to start our trip 

The 'Squire' has the ship and the sailors 

'Long John' is the man with the grip 

No one knows he will raid us 

The yell of the slain 

The waves on the rocks 

Captain Flint's raising hell 

He's calling my name 

To drive me insane 

Treasure Island 

Where the brave fell 

A one-legged devil 

From the pit of hell 

A greedy demon on his treasury 

Cursed the island, oh, eternally 

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'Long John' is spreading his law 

Hatching a death bringing plot 

I show up in a council of war 

What I heard in the barrel from this toad 

The yell of the slain 

The waves on the rocks 

Captain Flint's raising hell 

He's calling my name 

To drive me insane 

But I'll never return to 

Treasure Island 

Where the brave fell 

A one-legged devil 

From the pit of hell 

A greedy demon on his treasury 

Cursed the island, oh, eternally 

We see the land, shining sand 

But it can be our grave 

I jump the boat, overload 

Trying to be too brave 

Burning sun, find 'Ben Gunn' 

Assassins claim the ship 

I cut the rope, I try to cope 

To free it from 'Hand's' grip 

Bulling row, cannon law 

The jolly-boats last trip 

Killing tried, stockade fight 

'Silver's' villains quit 

Abandonment, to 'Silver's' hand 

A cunning pack is made 

Trick or treat, make scoundrels 

Bleed, their dullness will be paid 

I stumble to the stockade 

The sweat drips form my brow 

No one keeps a lockout, oh no! 

The rabble owns it now 

'Silver' tries to shield me 

The 'Black spot' comes again 

He throws the map onto the ground 

He plays a tricky game 

Pickaxe, rope and shovel 

The dead-man marks the way 

No chest, no gold, no silver 

2 guineas is their pay 

Musket cracks like thunder 

The blood is running red 

'Ben Gunn' kept the treasure 

From beginning to end 

When we put back to the sea 

'Silver's' chains are doubly tight 

'Long John' and his counterfeit key 

Sidle away through the night 

The yell of the slain 

The waves on the rocks 

Captain Flint's raising hell 

He's calling my name 

To drive me insane 

But I'll never return to 

Treasure Island 

Where the brave fell 

A one-legged devil 

From the pit of hell 

A greedy demon on his treasury 

Cursed the island, oh, eternally 

Treasure Island 

Where the brave fell 

A one-legged devil 

From the pit of hell 

A greedy demon on his treasury 

Cursed the island, oh, eternally