Hoist the Black Flag - Dan Bull

Alright, lads

I’m one of the only people who’ve heard Edward Kenway rap

And lived to tell the tale

And now

I’m going to tell you exactly what he said

He said…

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 underwater

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

Hypothesizing 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 sea-faring vigilantes

Right, lads

Pack your bags

And come aboard as we hoist the black flag

I said

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 Wednesday

I make the hardest sea-faring 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 said

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-fucking-Rollins