Tonight we'll kick down their doors
Pick up their women and also kick their dogs
And as we get out we'll piss on their lawn
Tonight we plunder, pillage and then get out
We've gotta leave this island
We're stealing their ships
Burning their houses down
Steering to north just on our own
Cold blades slitting their throats
Warm blood soaking the street
Smell of burning wood
Revolution pumping in our veins
We will scape their sight
Sailing toward the horizon
We've had enough of their dominance
Tonight tonight the opressed become opressors
Oppressing their control
Imposing our wants
We've gotta leave this island
We're stealing their ships
Burning their houses down
Steering to north just on our own ...
