The Real Booty.

Verse 1

Salt spray

Biting at the leather boots

We hunt the heavy haul

Gold coins

Cracked teeth

Buried underneath the roots

Nothing stops the call

Chorus

Give me the gold

Give me the silver

Give me the riches we crave

Digging the sand

Dragging the chest

From a sandy island grave

We want more

We need more

Give me the gold

Post-Chorus

Heave away

Heave away

Haul it up

Haul it up

Verse 2

Black flag

Snapping in the gale

Cutlasses are cold

Steel blades

Sharper than a winter tale

Buying what we're sold

Blood stains

Washing off the deck

Captain wants a prize

Jewels hung

Heavy on a broken neck

Greed is in her eyes

The map

Torn and soaked in brine

Points to where it stays

Hidden

Deep inside a hollow mine

Ending all our days

Chorus

Give me the gold

Give me the silver

Give me the riches we crave

Digging the sand

Dragging the chest

From a sandy island grave

We want more

We need more

Give me the gold

Post-Chorus

Heave away

Heave away

Haul it up

Haul it up

Bridge

No mercy for the merchant man

No mercy for the fleet

No mercy for the crown

We take what we can

We take what we find

We take what they hide

The hold is getting full

The hold is getting tight

The hold is never enough

Guitar Solo

Chorus

Give me the gold

Give me the silver

Give me the riches we crave

Digging the sand

Dragging the chest

From a sandy island grave

We want more

We need more

Give me the gold

Outro

One more raid

One more chest

One more mile

Until we rest

Heave away

Heave away

Gold

Gold

Gold