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 Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh 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 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 Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh 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 in 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