It is a Poor Sack That Turns Everything it Contains to Shit

Well my light
Well my light is flickering
My little candle’s growing dim
It shall be blown out by the wind

When I lay
When I lay my burden down
A little king in paper crown
Weeps and tosses in his sleep

[Chorus]
From the ships one hundred men row in
Now we’re starving on salt and sand
Run, savages, run! Civilization is coming
Musket fire from blackened hands
And their blankets bring pestilence
Run, savages, run! Civilization is coming
Half of us will die at sea
Now to us these bonds and chains
Run, savages, run!

When the ships
When the ships come sailing in
Bringing swords and Spanish men

We will run
Wе will run the mountain down
Light the fires to signal ours
To arms and war, thе people come

[Chorus]
From the ships one hundred men row in
Now we’re starving on salt and sand
Run, savages, run! Civilization is coming
Musket fire from blackened hands
And their blankets bring pestilence
Run, savages, run! Civilization is coming
Half of us will die at sea
Now to us these bonds and chains
Run, savages, run!