Here on the shore
Where the waves they softly lap on the sand and it's warm
I can't feel anything anymore
Anymore
Shorestank
It is the salt on the skin of the sailor
It is the smell of the bowel of the sea
It's the fish in the port
The men and the women fucking for sport
Yo, hoes! Embrace the stank
Docks bustling with life and the opportunity to thrive
Carthemaht be damned! We strive
We work together
We are alive
This is my home
The stank of the shore is all I know
The sun will bless the sea each day
We'll never leave, we are here to stay
Hailo!
Hailo!
A refuge from the sea
A sanctuary of solitude from the briny deep
Hark! Sing of the seabirds
Davy Jones can have my bones
For I was meant to sail