Hoist your black flag, your raven's wingnYou're brimmin' poetry, spill it and sing itnYour sword is sharp, sugar, pull it and swing it nownÁndale!nnYou can wear that gag if that's your choice nBut your thoughts want wings, now give 'em a voicenMaking your peace means making some noise nownÁndale!nnEvery crooked man, every crooked milenEvery crooked back of the rank and filenSame flood forcenSame blood coursenSame muddy source nAs the crooked waters of the crooked NilenAnd we come to plunder the day nWe give all our takings awaynPulling off the veil the grass is pushing through the claynÁndale!nnThere in the wake of our daily grindnBeware the black ship creeping up from behindnLet's have a nice trip 'cause you know she's gonna find usnÁndale!nnSomething there is doesn't love a wallnHeavy thing, that cannonballnChoose to rise, don't wait for the fall nÁndale!nnFor every rusty bell that ringsnFor calloused hands and tattered wingsnThe butcher, baker, candlestick makernOf thee I sing…nÁndale!