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

Kill 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 bastard

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