Port Royal (4:10)

Hundred mast, thirty flags An island in the gulf of Darien Sandglas, bloody hearts Flying high above the scene Marooners with loaded guns Are still waiting at the quay Hungry fleet from underworld Freedom is the law they pray Black strap, rum and gin s*xual freedom all the way A rolling dice, an ace of hearts One shall win and one's to pay Concord and freedom No need for the holy writ Rebellions, non servile Spitting on religious hypocrites, yeah Port Royal A cry of freedom on the sea Port Royal, whoa Port Royal A cry of freedom on the sea Port Royal, whoa When the Oxford hits the sea Slave driver learns the Moses law There's no chance, you can't escape They hunt them down and eat 'em raw Gin Lane, New Providence It's all since a long time gone But there are still descendants Port Royal's spirit lives forever on Port Royal A cry of freedom on the sea Port Royal, whoa Port Royal A cry of freedom on the sea Port Royal, whoa