Album Name : X Marks the Spot
Release Date : 2003-09-01
Song Duration : 4:29
Jolly Rogers Brotherhood Of The Coast
Hidng in the jungle in the dregs of night
Steel blades glinting in the pre-dawn light
Citizens are lying, innocent in bed
With all the garrison guards lying dead
The signal's given, that all is clear
Our ships come round, full of bold buccaneers
We fire a volley, through the heart of town
We'll own Panama before the sun goes down
When word went up, we answered the call
Heartless bastards, one and all
There is no safe place in the lands of Spain
We'll take the ships and we all love pain
We are the ones they fear the most
The brotherhood, brotherhood, brotherhood, of the coast
Flintlocks loaded, daggers in our teeth
Blood glistens bright red on the dirty streets
To fire and death, the whole town awoke
Ears ringing from the blast, eyes burned with smoke
We stormed in the town, like guards on wrath
And rounded up those people for a fine bloodbath
Then in the church, we locked one and all
And turned to the town to make up the haul
When word went up, we answered the call
Heartless bastards, one and all
There is no safe place in the lands of Spain
We'll take the ships and we all love pain
We are the ones they fear the most
The brotherhood, brotherhood, brotherhood, of the coast
We sacked that town for thirty-six days
When the brotherhood visits, everyone pays
We took all their gold, and their jewels and their cash
And tortured the locals for their personal stash
As we left that town, 'twas a beautiful sight
Hundreds of dead with barely a fight
To make sure the Spanish remembered our name
We lit up that church and laughed as it burned
When word went up, we answered the call
Heartless bastards, one and all
There is no safe place in the lands of Spain
We'll take the ships and we all love pain
We are the ones they fear the most
The brotherhood, brotherhood, brotherhood, of the coast
As we left the harbour and sailed for the blue
A great southbound galleon came into our view
That old Spanish flag made our pirate blood boil
And we made sure they never would reach Spanish soil
Their treasure was tempting, but we didn't try
We just fired our guns and laughed as they died
Our thirty-two ships, they could bury no more
We buggered those Spaniards on sea and on shore
When word went up, we answered the call
Heartless bastards, one and all
There is no safe place in the lands of Spain
We'll take the ships and we all love pain
We are the ones they fear the most
The brotherhood, brotherhood, brotherhood, of the coast