Under skull and bones to always be alone A killer storm might break or do the gallows wait Skull and crossed bones To never see your home always you will roam To die on some far shore worst than the lowest whore Skull and crossed bones On each port you call the lowest of them all Get syphilis for sure with each one of these whores Skull and crossed bones Then out you go again till death becomes a friend You rob and steal and maim until you get the same Skull and crossed bones Skull and crossed bones