Hoverin' like hungry whores
They threw a rope around your neck
You stood there on the deck
Smellin' like a salty dog
Back from hell where you belong
Don't get your bullocks in a twist
Till the Spanish came and flogged your arse
With us your cutthroat thieves
Then puked until you fell asleep
Blackened was the banshee's wail
You drank with demons straight form hell
Then left you for the starvin' crows
I need the bugger so I can see
Till Cortes came an' when so did you
The ship went down we all near drowned
For the Gulf of Mexico
You wiped the floor with victory
The Antichrist aboard a rig
I'll wait for you till I turn blue
And dragged you from the wreck
There's nothin' more a man can do
You snarled at him, said leave me be
To watch you dance the jig of death
Songwriters: Dennis Casey, Matthew Hensley, Nathen A Jeglinski, David King, Bridget Regan, Robert Anthony Schmidt, George Edward Schwindt
These boot will never fill her jail
From the ashes charred and blue
So you crawled into an empty boat
One flew down, plucked out your eye
Anarchy, the scourge of every sea
Settle down, don't take a fit
The other he had in his sights
Publishers: 26F GELLERT HILL MUSIC, TWENTYSIXF MUSIC
They almost nearly won as well