Well I learned the trade from Piggy Knowles Sing Sing Tommy Shay Boys God used me as hammer boys To beat his weary drum today
Hoist that rag
The sun is up the world is flat Damn good address for a rat The smell of blood the drone of flies You know what to do if the baby cries
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 rings as the ghost bird sings And the gods go beggin here So just open fire as you hit the shore All is fair in love and war