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