Out here on the Spanish Main
You can set yourself up pretty
Once you get a feeling for the land
We bugger the pirates we catch
k** the Indios like rabbits
Send our scraps back to the king
And worry
Isn't anything at all
Rum pours from the sugar cane
And virgins every night
Right
Run the land with your descendants
Plant your seed in fertile soil
I'll stake
My course
Saddled on an armored horse
Fire coming down from a hill
Fire coming down from a hill
You learn from Mother Nature
To take what you can haul
The lion and the antelope
Don't bother with a score
You take it from a ba*tard
Of the likes they've never seen
To never underestimate
How murder makes it clear
What you mean
We have set our ships to burning
Tell my sons I'm not returning
They can keep their land and titles
Eunuchs for their Roman idols
I'll stake
My course
Saddled on an armored horse
Fire coming down from a hill
Fire coming down from a hill
Fire coming down from a hill
Blood pouring down from a mountain