Woorden: Running Wild. Mutiny.

Pain of hunger's growing stronger
Wages are gone, can't wait no longer
Have to sign on under every flag
If I want to live, I have to fag

Engaged, I hit the sea
Never thought of mutiny
Work's hard, the pay is low
Treated bad, our anger grows

The water barrels going bad
Daily a sailor dies by fag
Whip crack pain's the holy law
They're going far, this means war

Stand up and fight
Stand up and fight
Stand up and fight
Stand up and fight

Seaman disobeys a law
The whip cracks, flowing gore
He gets a hundred cuts, one too much
His death feeds our grudge

Engaged, I hit the sea
Never thought of mutiny
Work's hard, the pay is low
Treated bad, our anger grows

Water barrels going bad
Daily a sailor dies by fag
Whip cracks pain's the holy law
They're going far, this means war

Water barrels going bad
Daily a sailor dies by fag
Whip cracks pain's the holy law
They're going far this means war

With grinning looks we precede
Revenge for the ones who bleed
Circling bastards I suggest
Their eyes show fear, they're thrilled