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Literally: The Viking Song

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It was the summer of 793
When we sailed across the Great North Sea
Comets crossed the skies that night
Must have known something wasn't right

We arrived upon your English shore
And you offered friendship
But we wanted more
Yeah, so much more!

We're tearing up this place tonight
Literally!
We're gonna set this sleepy town alight
Literally!
We'll kill and steal and burn and drink
'Cause us vikings don't care what you think
Woah oh oh!

Let me in, won't you please
We're here to raid your monasteries
We're primed and ready to attack
And we love how monks just don't fight back

You'll die or become a slave to me
Though our slaves often end up in the sea
If the boat's heavy! Yeah, yeah!

You're gonna lose your head, my friend
Literally!
We're gonna getcha in the end
Literally!
And I'll drink a toast from your skull
'Cause we're vikings and that's how we roll!

(Play that axe, Ragnor!)

We're gonna paint the whole town red
Literally!
With the blood of the dead
Literally!
We'll take everything that you own
And get back on our ship, and go back home
Woah, oh oh!

We're going home
Woah, oh oh!
We're going home
Woah, oh oh!
We are going home
Woah, oh oh!
We are going home
Woah, oh oh!

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