Black Spot

The Black Spot (Black Spot)
May all your insides rot
For today ya didn’t get away
Tomorrow you’ll be shot
The Black Spot (Black Spot)
More warnings you’ll get not
For today ya know yer gonna go
For all the shit ya brought

Told to cook a meal or two
But merely ate up all the food
Now a lonely shore’s for you
Here’s payment for your lot

Ye signed to fight with all yer might
But cry in your bed all the night
When we battle you’re not in sight
Here's payment for yer blight

When all’s prepared in equal share
You scuttled gold, us unaware
I hope that you are well prepared
To pay for what you bought