[lyrics-Dave]    Shit turns to fire  In the hands of privateers  Abandon all fucking hope all ye  Who enter here  Cannons set to fire  And the steely balls grow near  Thirst for virgun booty  Fueled by rum and beer    Darkest tale ever told -  Sweet pussy, loving gold  We shall sail the ocean blue -  Blood thirsty cutthroat crew (x 2)    Don't haul on rope  Don't climb up the mast  You see a sailin' ship.  It might be your last  Get your skivvies  Ready for a run ashore  A sailor 'aint a sailor  'aint a sailor no more...    "You hear 'de riddim -  You a victim of voodoo  'De silvah bullet cannor  Break you of juju  'De zombies do me bidding  Soon be you do  Bury you still breathin'  Than you're part of the crew"    ...And those buccaneers  Drowned their sins in rum  The devil himself would  Have to call them scum  Every man aboard  Would have killed his mate  For a bag of guineas  Or a peice of eight!  Eight! Hate! Violate! You ingrate!    Abandon all hope all ye who enter here...    [MOSH PART]    "Hulla wacka hulla wacka  Something not right  Many wicked  Icky tings  Gonna happen tonight  Hulla wacka ulla wacka  Sailor men beware  When de money in the ground der's murder in  De air" [x3]    Fufteen men of em stiff and stark  Ten of the crew had the murder mark  'Twas a cutlass swipe or  An ounce of lead  Or a yawning hole in a battered head...