Bashed Out

So the outside it bashes us in, bashes us about a bit
Feel it tugging you, plowing you flat.
Then feel it filling yourselves, and warm on your back
Ooh ooh ooh
And blessed are those, who see and are silent (3x's)
Blessed are those who see.
So wont ou hoist up the bucket now Charlie
Who shit all over the deck.
'Cause we've been getting most mightily filth,
Mud marks up to our necks
Ooh ooh ooh
And Writer(s): Stables Kate