Blackbeard Was A Punk

He tied his beard up Little skull in his ear Kicked in the governor’s door Said “I’m the nightmare you hear” Burned his own flag Just to watch it go up Spat in the king’s good rum Then smashed the royal cup Blackbeard was a punk Boots on the barrel Middle fingers up He didn’t want your gold He just wanted your crown Tip that ship Run the rich man down Blackbeard was a punk Rusty old blade and a busted-up lung Sing it ‘til we’re hoarse ‘til the tavern’s sunk Blackbeard Blackbeard Blackbeard was a punk He carved his jacket Out of stolen sails Turned every prison ship Into a stage for tales He kissed the hangman Laughed in the rope Said “You can hang this neck But you can’t hang my hope” Blackbeard was a punk Boots on the barrel Middle fingers up He didn’t want your gold He just wanted your crown Tip that ship Run the rich man down Blackbeard was a punk Rusty old blade and a busted-up lung Sing it ‘til we’re hoarse ‘til the tavern’s sunk Blackbeard Blackbeard Blackbeard was a punk So raise your glass for the cursed and crude Every stray dog Every gutter crew If they call you “traitor” for rocking the boat Tie on a rag Let ‘em choke on the smoke Blackbeard was a punk Boots on the barrel Middle fingers up He didn’t want your gold He just wanted your crown Tip that ship Run the rich man down Blackbeard was a punk Rusty old blade and a busted-up lung If dying on your feet is the only luck We’ll die like Blackbeard Blackbeard was a punk