The Antichrist aboard a rig
The other he had in his sights
Then puked until you fell asleep
Anarchy, the scourge of every sea
Ya wiped the floor with victory
Ya drank with demons straight form Hell
The ship went down we all near drowned
Hoverin' like hungry whores
Back from Hell where you belong

One flew down plucked out your eye
Blackened was the banshee's wail
For the Gulf of Mexico
They almost nearly won as well

Settle down, don't take a fit
Then left ya for the starvin' crows
Don't get your bollocks in a twist
They threw a rope around yer neck
From the ashes charred and blue
I need the bugger so I can see
And dragged you from the wreck

Till the Spanish came and flogged yer arse

Ya snarled at him, said leave me be
So you crawled into an empty boat

Smellin' like a salty dog
Ya stood there on the deck
These boot will never fill her jail
With us your cutthroat thieves
Till Cortez came an' when so did you
To watch you dance the jig of death