Well I learned the trade
From Piggy Knowles and
Sing sing Tommy Shay Boys
God used me as hammer boys
To beat his weary drum today
Hoist that rag
Hoist that rag
The sun is up the world is flat
Damn good address for a rat
The smell of blood
The drone of files
You know what to do if
The baby cries
Hoist that rag
Hoist that rag
Well we stick our fingers in
The ground, heave and
Turn the world around
Smoke is blacking out the sun
At night I pray and clean my gun
The cracked bell ring as
The ghost bird sings and the gods
Go begging here
So just open fire
When you hit the shore
All is fair in love
And war
Hoist that rag
Hoist that rag
Hoist that rag
Hoist that rag

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