Red Flags (feat. Randy Beasterfield)

Yarrrr!

Far from land

Swords in Hand

Guts full of rum and they call us all scum!

Silver and gold weave the stories they've told

And you'll stop growing old when we force you to walk the plank

We're all boat rockers and bandit-like stalkers

To Davey Jones' locker your body floats to a bank

This is piracy on the seven seas

Leaving the legacy stained in your blood

And we won't be fazed with our red flags raised

As we spend our days on the waves just a plundering

Spread the sails

Never fails

Singing with glee just my mateys and me

Crooning sea shanties for the ladies we fancy

They cream in their panties and come to our quarters

Their hearts always yearn and their treasured tastes burnt

From the bow to the stern taking turns on our mortars

And this is piracy on the seven seas

Leaving the legacy stained in your blood

And we won't be fazed with our red flags raised

As we spend our days on the waves just a plundering

Have no maps

Booby traps

We've never been silly just ask one eyed willie

They found me treasured deep beneath

With hope to sail the seven seas

But will their stories 'er be told

The sun will scorch their skins and souls

Alright you scallywags fire!

This night is blue

I'll send you to your doom

At the bottom of the ocean

Your corpse will float

My blade thrust in your throat

A swashbuckling notion

Have no fear

Death is near

Jolly Roger is flown see his skull and crossbones

Yo Ho!