Bashed Out

And so the outside, it bashes us in

Bashes us about a bit

Feel it tugging you, ploughing you flat

Then feel it filling your sails

And warm on your back

Oooh

And blessed are those who see and are silent

Blessed are those who see and are silent

Blessed are those who see and are silent

Blessed are those who see and are silent

Blessed are those who see

So won’t you hoist up the bucket now, Charlie?

Whoosh it all over the deck

Cause we’ve been getting most mightily filthy

Mud marks up to our necks

Oooh

And they did unfold and the wind it did fill them

And they did unfold and the wind it did fill them

And they did unfold and the wind it did fill them

And they did unfold and the wind

And so the outside, it bashes us in

Bashes us about a bit

Feel it tugging you, ploughing you flat

Then feel it filling your sails

And warm on your back