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Dogs of war howling down the coastline
Royal call to the privateer at large
To the fore, buccaneering bloodline
Letter of Marque gives the go ahead to charge

In the smoke of a battle drawn, guns at dawn
In the tatters of a mainsail torn, sound the horn

Man-o-War, carrion for cargo
Naval call none too early, far too late
Treasure score through the trade embrago
Better a shark than a slave to the state

Corsairs in the service of the crown
On a ship that can't go down
Without a spirit cast into the fire
We are guns, we're guns for hire

No cowards, no madmen
Just the cream of the sea's salty brine
Outsiders, tigers for the fight
And they will give nothing away
Under cover of darkness
They hide behind enemy lines
Outsiders, but they have the right
To claim all that they see as prey

Corsairs in the service of the crown
On a ship that can't go down
Without a spirit cast into the fire
We are guns, we're guns for hire

We're guns for hire... Shoot, shoot!!

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