Swashbuckle The Grog Box
The taste of victory takes on it's hold. Round 'n round the world of splendid gold
A euphoric state, suspended bliss. Blackened out of one's consciousness
Grog box, Grog box, Grog box, Ale in a wooden box
From the tap, happiness comes pouring out, From the drink we can't do without
Rips the feeling from all our minds, and slowly halts the march of time
Grog box, Grog box, Grog box, piracy on tab
Pass the grog, pass the gin, we'll grin as we remove their skin
Pass the grog, pass the gin, we'll grin as we indulge in sin
