Raise the Red and Roll

We slid in quiet through a busted hatch. Whoa-oh-oh, oh-whoa-oh-oh-oh.

Cargo net swingin' with a half-loose latch. Whoa-oh-oh, oh-whoa-oh-oh-oh.

Pirates packed the bay with their mugs held high. Growlin', "Play somethin' loud

or someone's gonna fly." The grav plates buzz and the bulkheads shake.

A reactor coughs like it's 'bout to break. So we tuned up fast in

the crimson glow. And the whole damn ship yelled, "Let's go!" Raise the red

and roll, my crew. We ride the lanes where the UC flew.

Stomp that deck till the hull boats scream. Crimson Fleet kings of the outlaw