Hoist That Rag

Well I learned the trade

From Piggy Knowles and

Sing sing Tommy Shay Boys

God used me as hammer boys

To beat his weary drum today



Hoist that rag

Hoist that rag



The sun is up the world is flat

Damn good address for a rat

The smell of blood

The drone of files

You know what to do if

The baby cries



Hoist that rag

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 ring as

The ghost bird sings and the gods

Go begging here

So just open fire

When you hit the shore

All is fair in love

And war



Hoist that rag

Hoist that rag

Hoist that rag

Hoist that rag