| 作词 : Brennan, Waits | |
| Well I learned the trade | |
| From Piggy Knowles and | |
| Sing Sing Tommy Shay Boys | |
| god used me as hammer boys | |
| To beat his weary drum today | |
| Hoist that rag | |
| Hoist that rag | |
| The sun is up the world is flat | |
| Damn good address for a rat | |
| The smell of blood | |
| The drone of flies | |
| You know what to do if | |
| The baby cries | |
| Hoist that rag | |
| Hoist that rag | |
| Well we stick our fingers in | |
| The ground, heave and | |
| Turn the world around | |
| Smoke is blacking out the sun | |
| At night I pray and clean my gun | |
| The cracked bell rings as | |
| The ghost bird sings and the gods | |
| Go begging here | |
| So just open fire | |
| As you hit the shore | |
| All is fair in love | |
| And war | |
| Hoist that rag | |
| Hoist that rag | |
| Hoist that rag | |
| Hoist that rag |
| zuo ci : Brennan, Waits | |
| Well I learned the trade | |
| From Piggy Knowles and | |
| Sing Sing Tommy Shay Boys | |
| god used me as hammer boys | |
| To beat his weary drum today | |
| Hoist that rag | |
| Hoist that rag | |
| The sun is up the world is flat | |
| Damn good address for a rat | |
| The smell of blood | |
| The drone of flies | |
| You know what to do if | |
| The baby cries | |
| Hoist that rag | |
| Hoist that rag | |
| Well we stick our fingers in | |
| The ground, heave and | |
| Turn the world around | |
| Smoke is blacking out the sun | |
| At night I pray and clean my gun | |
| The cracked bell rings as | |
| The ghost bird sings and the gods | |
| Go begging here | |
| So just open fire | |
| As you hit the shore | |
| All is fair in love | |
| And war | |
| Hoist that rag | |
| Hoist that rag | |
| Hoist that rag | |
| Hoist that rag |
| zuò cí : Brennan, Waits | |
| Well I learned the trade | |
| From Piggy Knowles and | |
| Sing Sing Tommy Shay Boys | |
| god used me as hammer boys | |
| To beat his weary drum today | |
| Hoist that rag | |
| Hoist that rag | |
| The sun is up the world is flat | |
| Damn good address for a rat | |
| The smell of blood | |
| The drone of flies | |
| You know what to do if | |
| The baby cries | |
| Hoist that rag | |
| Hoist that rag | |
| Well we stick our fingers in | |
| The ground, heave and | |
| Turn the world around | |
| Smoke is blacking out the sun | |
| At night I pray and clean my gun | |
| The cracked bell rings as | |
| The ghost bird sings and the gods | |
| Go begging here | |
| So just open fire | |
| As you hit the shore | |
| All is fair in love | |
| And war | |
| Hoist that rag | |
| Hoist that rag | |
| Hoist that rag | |
| Hoist that rag |