See the pilot ferrying blood
Slash sugar cane stick and grind it down
Jacka**es validated in papyrus God save kings
All the wicker dancing tramps of islands, pious priestess pull your eyelids
Candle lit vigil for the gilded siren, God save kings
Well I prayed in tune to your crescent moon
Now blood is on my chest and a dead man's boots
Cradling the gun, my last of kin, God save kings ho!
When I came to the valley I saw your name
And I can't get myself through a night again
'Til I cut 'em down from the lynchers on the horses that you play
Hear the drums beckoning the pirate prince, rattle my bones in the widow fields
I can see the flags comin' over the hills, God save kings
See the pilot ferrying blood
Slash sugar cane stick and grind it down
Jacka**es validated in papyrus God save kings
All the wicker dancing tramps of islands, pious priestess pull your eyelids
Candle lit vigil for the gilded siren, God save kings