Cross Bones 歌词

Anchors away for predators less the scurvy lot o six hundred settin' sail the lovers of the land to rot. Cross bones...vacation, red flag is a murder bath, the black flag...submit. We can't live like the rest the seven seas have ruined us export, imports, we implore to get we thirst a bloody mess. The wenches of Liberia turned five men into moss the capetown cannibals? For lunch, ate twelve of us. Contracted out of the Salem Yard on the worthiest ship afloat plagued with the yellow fever men are dyin' to fill the note. Fifty five suns to Belguay half the crew is lost a love cargo boat in Belgota boy's this the one!