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