These aren't the high seas They're my seas It's likely you'll find me inciting some maritime crises Plunder all the prizes From the skies to under water Thunderballing, then I'm back aboard in time for my tea Tides are dicey You're dicing with death Like a diver fighting To rise for a breath I'm a tycoon Taking lives like a typhoon Hypothesising that you're probably dying quite soon But at least in the meantime You can enjoy listening to my tune It's an assassin sea shanty So pass the neat brandy And raise a glass to my see faring vigilantes.
Right, lads Pack your bags And come aboard As we hoist the black flag I sayd Right, lads Pack your bags And come aboard As we hoist the black flag
Look I'm a canny one Scourge of the Seven Seas Sink anyone's galleon To murder my enemies Whether he's been stabbed in a back street Or a vast sea attack by the Black Flag fleet Kicking people in the ribs I leap from ship to ship And clean the deck of crew as if i'm sweeping Never miss a bit No need for cruise missiles I wield dual pistols And rule this world From Kingston To Bristol So you better make headway For Edward Kenway Or I'll hit you hard enough To send you to next Wednsday I make the hardest seafaring men say: ''Get away from this fellow If you treasure your gems'' They say that he ranks amongst the most clever Of the gentleman adventurers Without measure He spends half his time looking for exotic treasure The other half lusting for erotic pleasure
Right, lads Pack your bags And come aboard As we hoist the black flag I sayd Right, lads Pack your bags And come aboard As we hoist the black flag
From England To Kingston To New Holland He's a looting Shooting Henry fooking Rollins