When [bad word] home, you won't be there any more
      When [bad word] home, you won't be there any more
      And you will tear off your clothes and kiss the floor
      When [bad word] home, home, home

      When I see land you will conjuror up a storm
      When I see land you will conjuror up a storm
      And I will tie your hands to the highest mast
      When I see land, land, land

      And we will hustle, hustle, hustle to be free
      Free from all the
      Happy thoughts and smiles across the sea
      In favour of the
      Mean, mean, moves,
      And back doors to the heart from where we
      Always, always fall apart

      And you will slide on the back seat of my bike
      And you will slide on the back seat of my bike
      And I will ride you home [bad word] in the rain
      andd you will win again and again

      Now it's your turn you will tie me to the tree
      Now it's your turn you will tie me to the tree
      And you will sing and sing, forever you and me
      And in the dark you wonder what I see

      And we will hustle, hustle, hustle to be free
      Free from all the
      Happy thoughts and smiles across the sea
      In favour of the
      Mean, mean, moves,
      And back doors to the heart from where we
      Always, always fall apart