Hoist That Rag

Well, I learned the trade from Piggy Knowles Sing Sing Tommy Shay, boys God used me as a hammer, boys To beat his weary drum today Hoist that rag! Hoist that rag! Hoist that rag! 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! 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 and the ghost bird sings And the gods go begging here So just open fire when 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! Hoist that rag! Hoist that rag! --- Hoist That Rag - Tom Waits