Lyrics Jonathan Wilson – Pirate

And I am a pirate
I attack in maritime
Danes and Vikings on my mind
Marijuana and crimson wine

And I made Anne Bonny
In a South Carolina battery town
I can still see her going down
Old Calico Jack and his royal crown
Packing nothing close to heat
Oh I made Anne Bonny, I made her sweet
I made her sweet

I only raise my red flag too tell you
The devil is down below
And what good is a sailor
Without a skull and his crossbones?

And I am a gunner
You’d be better off dead than to meet me gun
Fire forty shots to my only one
Moses lived on the seventh sun
I aim, I shoot, repeat
A gunner’s life, we shall delete