Justin Foley - Song 35 lyrics

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