Lyrics Libertalia - Ye Banished Privateers

There′s a tattooed man with a cut off hand,
Got tales to tell from a faraway land,
Without both king and noble man,
In the grand Libery Town
A free port where you'll never see,
No royal laws, authority,
Where speech is free and so shall be,
In the grand Libery Town.
If you enter the docks by the smugglers stairs,
There be a ship that will take you there,
Fortune or rank won′t matter here,
In the grand Libery Town
Land of the free,
Liberta–a–li-a
Governed by the people of the...
Land of the free,
Liberta–a–li-a
Governed by the people of the sea.
The harlot sits on the high seat throne,
The slave in robes with a golden crown
The noble man wears a jester's cap,
In the grand Libery Town.
The hinges are stolen from the prison door,
The gallows are lacking rope and more,
The Hangman is armed with a rotten oar,
In the grand Libery Town.
Land of the free,
Liberta–a–li-a
Governed by the people of the...
Land of the free,
Liberta–a–li-a
Governed by the people of the sea.
You don't have to be slaves anymore!
Lose the Yard Arm foremast men
Leave that papal cross in the dirt!
Throw yer beggar bowl!
Stop dancing to the music of your chains!
Bid defiance to the powers of Europe that wallow in luxury at yer dispense!
Equality is trodden underfoot!
I bid you to lawfully make war on all the world!
What′s mine is yours and yours is mine,
Sharing gold and bread and wine,
No locked doors or greedy swines,
In the grand Libery Town.
Land of the free,
Liberta–a–li-a
Governed by the people of the...
Land of the free,
Liberta–a–li-a
Governed by the people of the...
Land of the free,
Liberta–a–li-a!