We are the emo pirates, we sail the music sea
On the good ship Myspace, we conduct piracy
We rampage and ravage through our sister's clothes draw
We need some tighter trousers to dance to fashioncore
We like to come out at night, we're practically nocturnal
Every time we lose a fight we whine in our livejournal
With a Yo ho ho and a bottle of hair-dye
Ships ahoy! The shout comes up and we all start to cry


We are the punk pirates, we sail the music sea
On the good ship Bad Brains, we all shout "ANARCHY!"
We've got our leather jackets and our spikey hair
We don't know where we're going, but we don't really care
We were getting scurvy cos our vegetables did rot
So we swapped them for fresh fruit, and now we sail at 50 knots
With an O! Oi! Oi! and bottle over the head
Emo ahoy! The shout comes out and we all shout "you're dead!"


Now the emo pirates, are fightin' the punks
The emo kids seem to be winning because they're not drunk
With the vicious weapons of shitty metaphors
They're like a Razor Blade through the wrist of a camera-whore
Through the mist another ship appears, heading in this direction
With the sound of walking basslines, upstrokes and a horn section


We are the ska pirates! We sail the music sea
On the good ship Rude Boy, which rocks but is steady
High up on the mast we have a skull and trombones
Half the crews black, half is white, we like it two tone
We swab the decks, and climb the rigging and as we do we skank
If you don't like The Specials we'll make you walk the plank
With a Pick It Up! and a can of Special Brew
We see two ships a-fightin' and go to join in too


Now there's three ships fighting and no-one knows who'll win
The emo kids are getting tired but the punks are still fighting
The ska kids aren't doing much except smoking pot
The fight is fun watch for them. Who wins? They care not
When another ship arrives on this chaotic scene
Covered all in X's and boy, do they look mean


We are the straight-edge pirates, we sail the music sea
On the good ship Hardline we are all drug-free
We don't desecrate our bodies with smoking or booze
But we'll make an exception for huge fuck-off tattoos
We like Good Clean Fun and paint all our hands X
But we'd give it up if we could get casual sex
With a "TRUE 'TIL DEATH" and a bottle of water clear
Fight Ahoy! We love to scrap and fill our foes with fear!


So which ship would be the first to give it's death rattle?
And which ship emerged victorious in this tremendous battle?
The edgers attacked the rude boys but got passively stoned
So they all mellowed out, their vicious plans postponed
The punks were losing badly, but they we're not morose
They'd show the emo kids real emotion, give them an overdose
They turned the battle round, the emo kids lead eroded
The punks played Zen Arcade, and the emo kids heads exploded

niiice

If you havent already you should all join this group: http://groups.myspace.com/anarchism


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ok easy there pal. nobody here is an emo lover. And if they are then they wear the name like a scarf but i wear it in my heart and so does joe there and i guess you do to. so chill out and put the anger towards BushFeld and the rest of those supressing bastards.

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