Crime Always Pays - Swashbuckle

Amass the crew, strike up the wind

Waken the epic war within

Take it all, and take it now

Who knows what all this will allow?

Seafaring wealth, a kingdom come

And the weak will then succumb

To a plan laid out for all to see

At the expense of the world’s misery

A crash against the wooden hull

Bodies pile, endless skulls

Out on the ports and on the bays

Upon the seas, crime always pays

This philosophy will surely spread

Like a fire burning crimson red

Slow at first, then gaining ground

Till truth rings forth with mighty sound

Our anchor’s weighed upon the cove

Under the sands, a treasure trove

Take in sails, you scurvy swabs!

More plunder’s in sight to loot and rob!

BUST!

Kept chained to land no longer

Passion to roam free grows stronger

Ousting foes in the game of life

We live on the edge of a knife