Hustle

When I come home

You won't be there anymore

When I come home

You won't be there anymore

And you will tear off your clothes

And kiss the floor

When I come 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 favor 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 of my bike

And you will slide on the back seat of my bikes

And I will ride you home, drunken in the rain

'Cause 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 I wonder what you see

And we will hustle, hustle, hustle to be free

Free from all the happy thoughts

And smiles across the sea

In favor of the mean, mean moves

And back doors to the heart

From where we always, always fall apart

And we will hustle, hustle, hustle to be free

Free from all the happy thoughts

And smiles across the sea

In favor of the mean, mean moves

And back doors to the heart

From where we always, always fall apart