Юрасик

All hands point the colors high People, thieves and beggars Never shall we die Now some have died and some are alive And others sail on the sea With a kiss to the cage and the devil to pay We lay to fiddlers greed Yo-ho Who knows? Who knows? Who knows? Because my material is like that When it's growing, the devil knew You need to win You need to cry You hold that Your clothes You go out Where you go down