I've tried all my life To listen as best I can To learn from my elders And respect my fellow man But you and your lifestyle So privileged and so grand Born to be a ruler Born to raise your hand. Blast your eyes sir You're the worst kind of swine Testing our patience time after time And now the time has come The whispering done You're staring down the barrel Of your very own gun How does it feel? How does it feel? How does it feel? We are one, you and I We must do or we must die We are one, you and I We must do or we must die. Stacey James was pressganged He got a boot print on his neck He was flogged ten times and keelhauled Now he's scrubbing heaven's deck Who could have known When we left old England's shore We'd be set on by a pack of wolves Hunted like wild boar. For your lives boys Oh freedom will come Self-determination is a prize hard won The dogs would sell us out Never leave us be Caught between the Devil and the deep blue sea Where will it end? Where will it end? This is where it ends. Blast your eyes sir You're the worst kind of swine Three sheets to the wind Most of the time Beatin' on the men, even beatin' on the cat The tide has turned now what ye think about that? How does it feel? How does it feel? How does it feel? We are one, you and I We must do or we must die We are one, you and I We must do or we must die. Batten down the hatches The future's gonna be rough Rum for all the brave young men Looks like they've had enough There's blood on our hands boys So what we gonna do, Sail back to our sweethearts To pay the final due?