Hoist that Rag

Well I learned the trade From Piggy Knowles Sing Sing Tommy Shay Boys God used me as hammer boys To beat his weary drum to - day   Hoist that rag             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    Hoist that rag         Hoist that rag    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 beggin 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              Hoist that rag         Hoist that rag