Well I learned the trade   From Piggy Knowles   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 flies   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 rings as   The ghost bird sings and the gods   Go beggin here   So just open fire    As you hit the shore   All is fair in love   And war      Hoist that rag   Hoist that rag   Hoist that rag   Hoist that rag